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My first wedding is hard to recall. After all, it was 1975 and at the age of eighteen, I was just a child bride. In fact, I was so child like that my mom had to plan the event which should have been a hint. After all, how could she leave it up to me when I was so busy skipping class and in fact, trying to survive my first year in college? All I did that entire year was to day dream about my wedding, planned by mom and paid for by dad. I think I got married just because he asked, or maybe it was to be free of my parents control over me? My Mr. Right was all of twenty-one, but since I was fresh out of high school, he seemed wise and mature enough, so when he suggested that it was time to get married, what else could I say but, "Okay?"

I don't know why my parents never said, "Hey, by the way, it might be insane for you to get married at your age." Even so, I know that if they had said anything like that, I'd have used that fact as an excuse not to do what they told me to do. Besides, everything was set in stone, so a child bride I'd be, regardless of how insane it seems. The most insane thing seems to be the fact that the only thing my mother allowed me to choose would be the color scheme. What was she thinking? The fact that I picked yellow and mint green should have been the first red flag that said, "STOP," but stop, I did not.

The bridesmaids looked like they were suffering from a bad case of nausea in a mint green polyester ruffled dress. It was a 70's thing, I guess. Still, why I picked canary yellow for the guys, I don't know. They looked a bit jaundice in those tuxedo's, and why I asked the groom wear yellow too, I don't have a clue. I was only eighteen, and no one told me what mint green and yellow would do to prove just how insane my wedding day would be, not to mention the decades to come. I suppose that's why they say, "love is blind." He seemed to be, "the one," but you see, there's no such thing as an eighteen year old teen who knows what forever means. As a matter of fact, "till death do you part," can take an eternity to achieve when you go into marital bliss as a teen, believe me.

As I recall, my dad tried to change my mind right before he walked me down the isle. "I'll give you twice the price of this wedding, if you will agree to get in the car with me and race away to make your escape." If I'd listened to him back then, I might be rich today, but then again, even twice the price of my wedding in 1975 wouldn't go very far today anyway. Besides,

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