I had an abortion in the late 1970’s. I was typical of teenagers of that time. Living for the moment, experimenting with drugs and drinking. When I found out I was pregnant my boyfriend basically told me I was on my own. I went to a local clinic where the people were compassionate and gave me various alternatives to having an abortion. I never once thought about having the baby. I was young, immature and knew my parents were not going to be supportive of raising an infant. My mother found out I was pregnant and gave me support and love during this very difficult time. After the procedure, I remember laying on the table and crying. It was in no way an easy decision and it would be something I would live with forever. There is rarely a day that goes by that I don’t think about what I did. I look at my two grown daughters and wonder what that child would have been. That said, I am so glad that I had the legal right to make the choice I felt best for me at the time. It was MY choice not someone else’s and although it was difficult to live with, I know it was really the only option.