First Lines?

This was a great thread on the Mystery/Thriller thread and I thought I'd ask here too. Hopefully you've got some words in today so share: what is your opening line?

Mine begins:

The first shards of light penetrated the western horizon as the jet plane descended across the desert of Southern California and into the West coast city of San Diego, now dipping below the layer of fog that obscured the city from the sky. Unfortunately, the inhabitants of the small vehicle knew all too well what awaited them in the city recently tainted with spilt blood.

I'm writing a mix between how I grew up and stories about my family, so here is the first line... (Also I'm really bad at the were/was thing, but I don't really worry about that during Nano)

My life started in June 1990, welcoming me was my father and mother, two grandmothers, a grandfather, a great grandmother and a bunch of aunts and uncles, who this story will mostly focus on. I was the first kid to be born on both sides of the family, the first granddaughter and the first cousin, around 6 months later we were two and after that a lot more where born.

It was that biting kind of cold that went through the thin veil that was her night gown and bathrobe. It wasn't that shivery kind of chillyness that you feel in the nights when your special someone has dared to pull the blanket all for them, it was the cold that bit your skin and went straight for your bone marrow, trying to freeze it as efficiently as it could.

She tasted blood and her ears were ringing as she lay there contemplating the sky. This only lasted a moment before a heavy paw rested on her chest and a broad tongue scrapped along her cheek. "Ugh, knock it off, Apollo."

Fun stuff!

Between a convenience store and a Laundromat Mike stood, waiting for the perfect opportunity to begin what he’d walked all the way out here for. He paced around the entrance to the store, trying his best to look less like he was about to cause trouble and more like he was waiting for someone. Essentially, that’s exactly what he was doing; he just wasn’t waiting on any specific person.

I definitely wish there were like buttons.
First two sentences of mine:

A few hours earlier, they had all been sitting on a long row of chairs, lined against the wall of the village hall. All the girls were there, with their pink cheeks and the red lipstick they had been exceptionally allowed to wear, new stockings and clean little dresses falling on their skinny calves.

I'll just go with the opening sentence:

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to throw yourself off the top of a thirty-story tall building?

Greybird Pass definitely narrowed as it went through the mountains, there was no denying it, he thought. Despite what the cartographers showed, the walls of the Iron Mountains closed in on you the farther you traveled toward Tegwyn.

This starts my story...right before a cow stampede. LoL

All she could hear was the static hum of the Apocalypse.

I like to keep it short. With that in mind;

"I don't blink very much."

"You just had to get cocky, didn't you, kid?"
"Only four cylinders in the lock? Bo, it's like they were asking me to take it." My shoulders were starting to hurt, digging in to the stone wall behind me. Better than the spears pointed at my neck, but it didn't make me like the situation any more.

My grandparents were of the last people to be born normal. Nobody, viewing those soft squirming specimens of human kind, would have believed that humanity would come to take such a violent swerve.

It had been three years since i last saw sunlight, three years since i had tasted water that wasnt tainted and grey, three years of pure hell in a dungeon that called out for my death.

=]

"Please take off your clothes"

NOTHING gets your attention better than a line incinuating the chance for nudity. =] lol

July 8, 1990…that’s when it all began. Two people who were meant to be together entered the world, born under a full moon. Two people from two different worlds - a baby girl born to immigrant farm workers in Texas, and a baby boy born to a middle class family in New York. Luna Marie Equiano and Marcus James Scott couldn’t have been more different, yet they were meant to be together. Call it fate, call it destiny, call it kismet – call if whatever you want.

This is their story.

"You're not seriously considering eating that, are you?"

Fun! Here's mine:

The memorial was always packed this time of year, but tonight drew an especially large crowd of mourners and journalists alike.

"Natalie rolled on to her back, feeling a sort of grim satisfaction as the rubber slid out of her."

He hits me with the kind of one-liner that makes the social-climbers swoon.

xD I love my MC.

When I first thought about death, I was about the age of nine. Many relatives I had were old people; the ones you knew wouldn’t be around much more in your entire life and most generally, within the first ten years of your life, they passed. I can remember when my grandmother had passed and asking my mother where she went. The response I gained from my mother was one that left me scratching my head when I was little when she said,
“Your grandmother is now going to lie in the ground, rotting away for the worms to devour her body.” she said before turning her back to me and telling me to go play with my cousins like a good daughter should.