My first love? That’s easy.
When I was a baby, I adored Elmo. I have a stuffed Elmo who is about 20 years old now. He is no longer red and fluffy–he’s more like a wilted rust. His eyeballs are cracked apart and there is no more black paint left for his pupils. I used to rub Elmo on my head when I was a toddler/little kid. To this day, I catch myself putting my hand on top of my head when I space out. I also used to suck on Elmo’s nose–he’s well loved.