I was 18 in 1975 and my period was 10 days late. I had just started my freshman year in college, and just lost my virginity. In short, the condom broke, and I just knew immediately I was pregnant. I called a friend, who arranged for me to go to a women's clinic in a city 3 hours away. I got up super early and took a Greyhound bus. They used no anesthetic--I couldn't believe it! It was extremely painful, but I was so relieved when it was over. I was wracked with guilt, because I was raised Catholic. I know it was the right decision. I didn't want to get married and have a baby yet. I was just a kid myself, and I didn't want to "force" my new boyfriend to marry me and drop out of school. All these years later, I still haven't told this story to my daughters, and I hope someday I'll have the courage to do so.