A Few of My Firsts

First Car Accident: I was 16 and I was in the middle of taking my driving test. I was trying to make a left turn. I was very nervous and didn't see the little white Civic speeding in the right hand lane. They hit me, but it was totally my fault. I definitely failed my test and cried a whole lot.

First Job: I was a paper scanner at my dad's office. It was not fun, but the hours were flexible.

First Real Job: I was a senior at BYU, majoring in Home and Family (which involves lots of sewing). So I became a seamstress at a bridal shop. It's not as glamorous as it might seem. I was the youngest employee by about 50 years (I am not kidding).

First Concert: During my freshman year I got mono (luckily Mike was spared). I went home to California to get some rest and managed to see The Sundays in LA while I was "resting". It was small and so amazing!

First Car: my dark cranberry GMC Jimmy. My family was in love with GMC suv's. I think at the height of the madness we owned about 6.

First College Roommate: Katie Q. We were different, but we managed to share the 10 square feet we called our dorm room and still like each other.