I don't know what my first words were, but my mom says once when I was very very small I tried to climb up a tall playground slide that was menat for larger children to play on. A nun at the school ran and grabbed me (probably saving my life) and pulled me down from the ladder. My mother was present at the time, and she said that I was at that stage where my speech was mostly unintelligible (and certainly to the nun it was), but to her it was clear that I was saying to the nun "Put me down, damn it!"