The book of firsts is an illustrated book that tells the first time stories of 30 different people. The book contains a compilation of short an- ecdotes people have chosen to share about a new experience they have gone through. The categories include life, sex and love. The illustrations are simple but they tell the story without using too many elements or be- ing too detailed. That was the main challenge, telling a story through a character and one or two objects.
“The first time I got drunk, I was about sixteen years old and drank way too much. I was staying over at a friend’s house. I got up at night, I am not sure if I was sleep walking or too drunk to remember where to go but they told me what had happened the next day. In the middle of the night I walked to my friend’s parent’s room and laid in the middle of her mom and dad. Her mom thought I was my friend’s sister, but when she grabbed my wrist she realized I was skinnier, when she turned on the lights she found me fast asleep and had to walk me back to my friend’s room. I was so embarrassed and had no memory of that incident the next day.” - Anonymous, 23 years old.
“When I was 14, I started dating a rock band guy full of tattoos that was 5 years older than me. Obviously my parents didn’t ap- prove our “love” not just because of his look, but because I was too young and stupid to notice he wasn’t good for me at all. Of course I was a rebel, and fought for my right to love and my parents finally but not happily, approved. Time passed by and they still were not happy, and after two years and a half of our sick relationship, they offered me to take a semester as an exchange student in France, which I agreed. I was 17 at the time, and not experienced with drugs, sex and alcohol at all. It was my first time away from home, I was free to do whatever I wanted, and my parents were happy I wasn’t with him for a while. We were still “together” but I was far away and couldn’t stop myself from living all the new stuff I’ve never tried before, like alcohol, weed and of course sex with other guys. So I started dating a red headed guy at the same time and him and this “living away from home” experience changed me completely... I became a new girl, full of new experiences and a new person- ality. Of course, I broke up with the tattoo-guy before coming back home. Today I am happy my parents convinced me to leave my small town when I was a teenager, it made a big part of who I am today.” -Ana, 24 years old.
“The first time I saw someone die was when I got into an acci- dent with my sister. I was fourteen years old and we were going to an empty land so I could practice my driving. We were on the avenue when a group of teenagers started crossing the street and it was a green light so they stopped when they saw the cars coming. But there was one kid that didn’t stop. Next thing I saw was the look on his face of “I messed up” and felt/heard a slam just in front of me. I felt glass all over my face and body. It was the windshield, it broke when the guy hit the car. All I remember after that was looking to the rear view mirror and seeing him laying on the street, he had the shirt of the national soccer team on and there was a puddle of blood. He was already dead.”- Anonymous, 22 years old.