There was a parade in Kirkland Lake. Maybe I was five or six, and possibly it was the Santa Claus Parade. But since I was terrified of Santa, that enormous gruff guy with his huge white beard, and those evil green elves that urged little kids to come closer, Santa was not who I considered as a celebrity. He was more of a boogeyman.
No indeed. This one came along much earlier in the procession. He was big too, and he bobbed along, nodding and waving to the crowd, and, I thought, especially to me. His giant head took over most of his body and you could just see little legs holding him up. His helpers threw out little treat packets.
It was none other than, The One, The Only, MR PEANUT!
From that sighting I became a lifelong fan of Mr. Peanut. Sadly, these days, he has been unfriended throughout the universe because of his association with nut allergies.
Who was your first?