When I got married I was 20 and going to college. Because of thinking with the wrong part of my anatomy, we had our first son 7 months later. With the Vietnam war escalating I was obliged to maintain full time student status while working 40 hour weeks in a refrigerator plant to support wife and child. The Boss was only 17 at the time.
That was 38 years ago yesterday. We've had our rough times, but they've been far outnumbered by the good times. We have 2 self-reliant and married sons, 1 grandchild and 3 adopted grandchildren. We beat the odds getting married that young and with a baby on the way to boot.
Don't think I'd change a thing.
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