I remember the first time I put on the Army uniform. I just felt like a totally different person - I felt proud.

I remember the first time I had sex - I kept the receipt.

I remember I did a boxing class. I remember sparring one time, and the guy smacked me right in the nose, and I was just like, 'What is this? No. No. None of that.

In the 1950s, as food rationing ended, I remember a plentiful supply of sweets for the first time.

The first time I remember really being excited about a book was 'The Count of Monte Cristo.'

Probably the first time I left Italy was to travel by train to Lourdes. I went with my mother and my grandmother - who was a very religious person - so it was a pilgrimage of sorts. I remember it as a very intense, but beautiful experience.