True. I can remember the name of my first crush, even: Teddy. We were four. I can still see his face just the way it was, clear as day. Big, big, dark, dark eyes, eyelashes about a mile long, black, and thick. Thick, black eyebrows. Thick, brown hair. Beautiful face. We would sit on the floor in one of our kitchens, playing in silence for hours. Our mothers later told us they never saw anything like it. I never saw him again after the age of five. The name of the first boy I ever kissed was Frank (if you don't count Kirk, who grabbed me and kissed me while I was tutoring him in spelling in the second grade). I was 13, he was (gasp) 17. The name of my first love is Mark. I was 15, he was 16. Most passionate love: Joe. I was 22, he was 24. Last love (so far): Ed. 23, 29. Now 41, 47.
The person below me can remember the first phone number they ever had.