My first time is now.
Even when she was a baby, she was cool. We named her Beezus Bedelia. She was wild. She was smart and she was funny. She was always the kind of kid who would say anything, do anything, talk to anyone. No fear. No shame. I remember her first time getting her photo taken with Santa at 2 1/2, and she just sashayed right up to him and remarked, “Santa, you work at Nordstrom,” in a devilish drawl. Or at 3, when she got up to tell a joke on the microphone at a burlesque circus show. “What time is it when an elephant sits on your fence?” “Time to get a new fence.”
I never questioned this coolness. It was always one of my favorite qualities, especially how she never acted stupid around boys or men. I attributed this to her next-level status, until I finally realized that this was because she did sometimes act very stupid around women and girls.