In March 2011, I am...27, happily married to a good man, with one living son, age 2.5, and two daughters not meant for this earth. I have four kitties, and live in a townhouse. We spend most of our free time designing the house we will build on our 2 acre plot of land. I play often with my son, when I'm not working part time for a dentist. Every Wednesday, I spend the day with my niece and nephew. I am badly out-numbered, but it is always exciting! My husband works nights, and he'll only be home 4 full days this month (plus another 4 half-days), so I am very lonely.
In March 2001, I was...17, and a senior in high school. I was accepted early decision to NYU and was enjoying my final weeks before graduation. I had just finished the winter musical. I spent almost two weeks this month in Spain with friends and teachers from school. I spent most of my spare time going out on adventures with my current boyfriend. I remember feeling free and happy.
In March 1991, I was...7, and living in a small house in urban NJ along with my parents, grandmother, and older brother. I attended a Catholic school, and didn't have many friends. My dog, Tara, was my best friend. My parents fought a lot, and I spent most of my time daydreaming or playing with toys in my room, alone. But, I don't remember being lonely.
In March 1981, I was...not born yet! But, my husband was about nine months old and just starting to walk so he could chase his older brother around :).
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Suicidal Turkeys
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