1980 - One of the most painful years of my life. My husband, the answer to a prayer, was sent home to God. At that time, they were converting our apartments into condos. I didn't want to spend $135K for a 2 bedroom 1 bath apartment. So, I found a 3 bedroom 2 bath house for my 2 girls and me.
Living in my first house, that I bought when I was 19, three years earlier. My future wife was living with me, we spent most week-ends just hanging out with friends, starting to "think" marraige...
I had just started pre-school. It was very traumatic (it was suggested to my parents that I needed go to pre-school to develop "social skills"--I was a pretty shy kid). I cried every day. After something like six months (!!) I told my mom I thought that I was maybe starting to get used to it. She said she sure hoped so! The crying problem persisted for many more years however.
I was four.. I remember my birthday party.. I remember images of the Olympics, and dealing with Ciliac Syndrome.. No cookies or decent bread for me for a long time after that...
The crying problem persisted for many more years however. 
