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RE: A choice for better or worse

Ah! "thinking that we are making a good choice".
And of course I didn't listen to the warnings of my mother. After all, the chick won a beauty competition and she had a hot body. Plus she was mad about me and professed her love every day. I was a young hippie at the time, long hair, motorbike and tough as leather.
So, what could go wrong?

Well I was 19 at the time and she was 16. We had known each other only for 6 months after I came out of the army. And she got herself "knocked up".
So, I was the father and there was no ways that I would allow my kid to grow up without a father. A shotgun wedding at the local courthouse took place and my new life started!