I don’t remember a specific turning point in my life when I became pro-choice. I can’t imagine a time when I wasn’t. My first distinct memory of a conversation about choice happened when I was about 12 years old. I was in the car with my mom and brother, who was no more than 5 at the time, and we drove by an anti-choice rally. My brother asked what they were doing and why we disagreed with them. My mom explained that being pro-choice means giving women control over their bodies. This simple explanation still stands out in my mind as the resounding reason for my pro-choice values today.