I was 18 years old. I had just graduated high school. It was my summer vacation before college. I can distinctly remember when I figured out I was pregnant.

I was thirteen years old, and I lost my virginity to a 23-year-old man I felt like I knew well. A friend of the family.

I've always been extremely careful since I became sexually active because I don't want to have the difficult decision of having an abortion.

I was only 19 when I was manipulated into placing my first child for adoption. I faced being homeless or staying with my boyfriend, an older man who regularly beat and raped me.

I had an abortion when I was 24. At the time, I was a single mother raising a 6-year old son. We had recently relocated to a large city after I had accepted a new job.

I have had two abortions - one at age 23 and another at age 24. I had just graduated college with a bachelor's degree, and my boyfriend and I had just gotten together.