For the first time!

Today I saw my little nephew eating chocolate for the first time. After the first taste, he was so desperate to get some more... He reached fiercely for it whenever my brother took it away from him, and resumed devouring it when the bar was close to his mouth. The moment the bar disappeared from his sight, he cried furiously as if pissed off for not being able of having enough of that new flavor. It had been a while since I saw someone so berserk, letting the instinct take over. As an hedonist, I celebrated my nephew's first encounter with a pleasure that is not necessary to survive, yet completely addictive. The scene reminded me of all my first encounters with the things I love.
It reminded me of:
My first time in a roller coaster in Disneyland. I discovered that I loved speed, adrenaline, and improbable movements for a man, like going up and down.
My first time eating sushi, asking myself what was that combination of flavors that filled my mouth. I still praise the Japanese traditional food for having given me that moment.
My first time drinking wine, feeling how it spread through my system. My friends thought we were being rebel because we were drinking. I knew right away I had found a friend for a lifetime.
My first time wearing black converse. It feel as if barefooted, just the pebbles on the road did not hurt. It looked way cooler than barefooted.
My first time playing Final Fantasy. I started with FF VII. While I got into the story and the universe, I felt like I had found my favorite escape route from reality.
My first time listening to Lady Gaga. I knew the lyrics were crazy. "Where are the keys, I lost my phone" that sounded like me. It does not matter what happens, just dance! For many, that was the most stupid song; for me, it was a mirror of my philosophy of life. I keep "just dan[cing]"

And so I could go for hours on those many things that I feel like I need to live, to be happy. I wish I remembered my first encounter with chocolate. Was I as passionate about it as my nephew? Did I foresee right away that pleasure was what life was about?
Oh, those are definitely moments that make life worth living.