Mine was in 1963. I had just turned 17 the month before. I met my future husband on that Christmas Day. He was 23 and had just come home from his tour of duty in the army. He was in Germany for three years and was on duty when the Berlin Wall was built during the Berlin Crisis. He asked me to go to a dance at a place called Shadowland a big deal of a place on the southwestern shore of Lake Michigan. We had a wonderful time and shockingly my strict dad told me I could stay out until 2:00 am without my even asking. 12:00 was my curfew. Six months later we were married two weeks after I graduated from high school. My dad had to sign papers at the court house to give his permission for me to marry at 17. We have been happily married for 52 years. We agree that God gave us to each other and other than our two sons we are the best gifts we have ever been given.