riding bikes in Amsterdam, walking the Thames in London, trains in Germany, hiking in Indonesia, riding elephants, motorcycles, and tuktuks in Thailand, walking the corniche and living above a mosque in Egypt, volunteering at an orphange in Kyrgyzstan, getting married in Jamaica.
2007-05-20 04:27:42
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answer #1
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answered by Anonymous
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At 18 I got my first real job so I moved out on my own without thinking it through. So that first weekend at my new apt. was an adventure. When I turned on the light, there was none, when I got hungry there was no food. So I bought food and had no pan to cook it in or no plates to eat off. When I used the bathroom there was no paper, when I needed to wash my face there was no washcloth, soap or towel. When it came time for bed, I had no bed. All I thought about was moving, not how to make it once that happened. The story actually gets funnier but too long to type. That was 26 years ago and I can laugh now but back then I realize that was the dumbest thing I ever did.
2007-05-20 11:32:45
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answered by webdoll62 4
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At 18, I got my driver's license and my first car. Those two things were the best things that happened to me at that age. 19 was OK, but I began showing signs of slowing down a bit. My early 20's were/are nothing but hell. I won't go into them here.
I guess 18 was the best age of my life so far. I was more happy then than I am now.
2007-05-20 11:27:17
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answered by Anonymous
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Not going to get into a story. All I can say is that I was with the wrong man and wound up marrying him, then divorcing him 11 years later.
2007-05-20 11:27:25
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answered by Big Bear 7
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Of course, I was 18 three years ago! lol. No, I wasn't wild at all. I got married at 18 and even before that, I was never a wild child.
Sorry, this is probably the most boring answer lol.
2007-05-20 11:26:45
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answered by Anonymous
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at 18 the light of my life died in a motorcycle accident, and then I started drinking a lot to try and forget, but that didn't work, neither did the guys I tried to cover my pain up with. I didn't try to kill myself, but I didn't care if I died. I was reckless, thoughtless and heartless. And I didn't care. It took me 10 years to actually start really caring again.
Now I'm married with 2 great kids, and a whole lot of lessons under my belt.
2007-05-20 11:36:33
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answered by amstaff 5
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When I was 18 and 19 I tried to have as much fun with my boyfriend at the time and have as much sex as I could. Then when I was 20 I had too much unprotected sex that the results ended in an unexpected pregnancy.
2007-05-20 11:33:16
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answered by Anonymous
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At 18 I feel in love with my husband that I am married to for over 28 years. And from then on we have been making love and making babies ever since.
2007-05-20 11:27:44
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answered by 9BLESSINGS 1
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Sorry, no crazy stories here. I was even more of a clueless doofus back then and made a fool of myself in front of various girls.
2007-05-20 11:26:09
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answered by Anonymous
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18=doing alot of drugs
19=stopping all those drugs
20=finding myself with a whole lot of money to spend
Been clean now for 18 years to whomever gave me the thumbs down...And feel great because of it!!
2007-05-20 11:26:44
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answered by heyitsme1203 3
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