I was attending Millersville University. The sun never shines there btw.

January, 1991... I was in the hospital in Abington, PA being told I now have a chronic, disease that will leave me with a long, unhealthy life.

Sucks.

I was in 8th grade and probably wishing I was never born.

I was about to leave Amersham College, because I was dreadfully unhappy there. I was due to start the rehearsals for Oh What A Lovely War! and in a friendly goodbye kiss at the end of the run cast party, a fellow actor would slip his tongue in my mouth, effectively precipitating the end of my relationship with a man who is still a good friend of mine, and whose almost 3 year old daughter I will see this Christmas.

In June the same year I will invite the ex boyfriend, the fling (which is in the process of winding down) and the new interest who ended up breaking my heart into teenage pieces to my house-warming party when I move out of home. The ex will get very very drunk, very very early, because he sees me flirting with the fling. He crashes out in my bed, which I allow because I feel I am responsible for him still.

When the new interest appears I lose any interest in the fling and flirt shamelessly with him. As shameless as a drunken 19 year old having her first taste of freedom can. My new housemate ends up pounding on the bathroom door saying she knows I'm in there and I'd better get out here pronto because the fling is at the end of the road telling housemate's BF that unless I talk to him he's coming back to the party and trashing the place.

At that point I take new interest's cock out of my mouth, he says he wants to handle it (the situation!) but I shove him out the bathroom window - ground floor!

I deal with the fling by being furiously angry (he is shoving my housemate's BF when I turn up and the poor chap is half his size) and reminding him he actually has a long distance girlfriend and damnit is ruining my party! This reduces him to tears, and I stalk back to claim my prize. Sadly, with a drunken, maudlin, lovesick 19 yo already sleeping it off in my bed I can't manage much more than a snog and a promise.

But the next night, the fling insists on cooking me dinner as penance... and I persuade him to the local pub for a drink because I know the new interest will be there. That night my bed is empty and we consummate the relationship that will consume me for the next few years.

Too much info?

Jan '91 - I was cross-country skiing in Yellowstone with my new bride.:cool:

If you're gonna pitch it as a screenplay, you need to boil it down to a single sentence.;)

Girl meets boyfriend+fling+prospect, girl loses boyfriend+fling+prospect, girl hooks up with prospect which turns out to be a dubious choice. :confused:

I was buried in a computer lab somewhere in the University of Birmingham, working on my dissertation project for my Bachelors degree

01/1991 ... I was in Ambler, Pennsylvania, unaware that within the next year and a half the company I was working for would go out of business and I would end up at a nuthouse.

At this point I was about at day 5 of an eight week road trip with a buddy (another photographer) that took us from Albany, NY to San Diego, CA. We left the morning after Desert Storm began.

I am working an a Blurb book of photographs of the trip. The FAIL tree was from that trip.

I was a freshman in high school, nothing notable comes to mind about what was happening in my life.

This thread makes me wish I'd kept a diary...

I was 19. Seeking destruction.

Working a fun job, a young 20-something working with a bunch of other 20-somethings, partying with friends and getting ready to be married in July. Well, I wasn't much of a planner, the ex was good at all that. ;)

I was 5 years old and attending kindergarten in Key West, FL. My days revolved around coloring, eating dirt, and learning how to write. Oh, and making mosaics on the floor with colorful wooden tiles. Good times.

Simple. It looked much like the work of the guy who designed the Brooklyn Bridge. I'd seen one of his other (very small) bridges in PA somewhere, and it's amazing how he has a certain style. I had to use Google to find his name, because I had forgotten it. Roebling. Once I had his name, I did a Google image search on his name and "suspension bridge." A bridge that looked very similar to your picture kept popping up, but the tower spires were different. It wasn't until I read about that bridge and the refurbishing of it in the 90's that I figured it was the same. Once I found an old picture, I knew it was.

In January of 1991, I lived in Arlington, VA, sharing a town house with 3 buddies from college. I spent all my extra money going out to bars on the weekend. I hadn't met my wife yet. I worked at the same place I am now, but was only a temp. It would be two more months until they hired me.