My first out-of-state experience was flying to Seattle, WA at 22-years-old to visit my homesick boyfriend for the weekend.
I was about five-years-old when my mother threatened to take the bottle away. In return, I vowed never to drink whole milk for as long as I live. I've held onto that grudge/promise for 18 years.
It took less than 24 hours to fall in love with my boyfriend. We've been together for three years now.
I lost my 17-year-old cousin to a staph infection four years ago. I dedicated my college graduation to him in the family invitations.
I've been having panic attacks for the past six months and I've just realized that I'm experiencing a quarter-life crisis.
Marilyn, age 23