I don't remember the first time I ever had cider. It wasn't a part of my childhood, not that I recall. I think it was at the fair when I was a teenager. The boys used to buy gallons of it, and squirrel it away for a couple of weeks until it began to ferment. Silly boys, it tasted way better fresh.
I do, however, remember the first time I had a cider doughnut. (why can I not type that without forming dough-b-u-t first. Hmm, maybe onto something there...) I don't know that the cider doughnut exists everywhere, they certainly aren't something I came across in Ontario (just as well, really.) The fall after we moved here, though, the farmstand up the road offered up these remarkable morsels of deep fried heaven. I was hooked after the first bite. Their season is short, September to Thanksgiving, so we eat 'em while we can get 'em. And repent at leisure.
Hot cider, warm doughnut. Yes, I put one back. One (at a time, anyway) is my limit.