I was 22 when JFK was murdered, and I will never recover from it... Never.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm pretty sure that I was JFK in my past life.
I kind of struggled as a 10-year-old to make out what it meant that Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy were killed within two months of each other. I think I was 14 when Watergate happened and a president was impeached. So between my birth and age 14, I just saw a lot of turmoil.
When my mother passed away I was 20.
I was kind of a strange child. My parents knew early on that something must have been wrong with me. I crawled backwards until I was two, but had Kennedy's inaugural address memorized by the time I was six.
When I was 22, I was thrown out of graduate school and then fired from three jobs in a row at higher and higher salaries where I saved nothing.
My dad died when he was 60. I was only 17 and I think, psychologically, that had a huge impact on me, probably more than I realised.
When I turned 18, I lost my best friend to a car accident.
I lost my daughter at 21. I had to give her up because I was broke, no place to take her, no money to take her. That was very traumatic.
I was 28 when my father died, and I was an only child.
I was only 24 then, but 18 of those 24 years had been dedicated to wanting to get to that moment.