My husband and I dated for six years before we got married. That may seem like a long time, but I was only fifteen when we started going together. (Do people still say going together? Is it going out? Just dating? I never know the proper terminology.) He was so cute, he actually asked me to go to the movies on the last day of school, so he wouldn't have to see me if I said no! We actually didn't know each other very well at all, we just happened to have homeroom next to each other. Our first date was a double with two of his friends to go see Road Trip, which is seriously the worst movie ever. Good thing he had better taste in girls than movies.
I still use the method for finding percentages that I learned in sixth grade. Seriously, it is awesome.
I had the chicken pox when I was six. And while I'm sure that there are many kids who can successfully avoid scratching, I was not one of them. I still have a few scars from my chicken pox scabs. (Also, why did people freak out about eating pork during the "swine flu" but no one avoids chicken to protect themselves from chicken pox? Just a thought.)
Another fun memory from when I was six? First time I got my name written on the board in school. Apparently, my teacher was not pleased that I was talking while she was talking. I very vividly remember having to stay inside for the first ten minutes of recess; probably my most vivid memory of first grade. My mouth has been getting me in trouble ever since.
I graduated from college in 2006. And started my first new job in 2006. And got married in 2006. Other historical moments in 2006? The DOW hit 12,000 for the first time, Google bought YouTube, and Dick Cheney shot a guy. Pretty busy year, eh?