I was 19. I was always terrified of getting pregnant in high school, so I waited it out. The guy and I only lasted 3 months, but I wouldn't change it. It happened, I thought I loved him, and I was responsible about it.
I married the second guy I was with, and if not for the two beautiful daughters I got from the marraige, I'd regret that one.
Now I'm with someone I've known most my whole life, and, aside from my kids, he's the best thing to happen to me.



Also lost the big V "with protection." Was very well-informed and prepared so there were no mistakes, no regrets, but still young enough to not feel like I was the last one to do it.
Not too young to have really made the choice for myself.