I am one years old. I stand, leaning against the arm chair. Then I make a choice. I let go. My first steps.

I am now five standing in a playground. I make a choice to sit in the sand box next to the girl with the pretty blond hair. My future best friend.

I am eleven. Walking through the cafeteria of a new school. I make a choice. I sit at the table in the corner. I will never leave their sides.

I am fourteen. On the phone he asks a question. I say yes. My first love.

I am sixteen. I take the keys. I feel so free.

I am eighteen. I press the send button in the college application. This will determine my future.

I am twenty five. He is in front of me on one knee. I say yes. My new life.