You married Quint when you were nineteen and he was twenty-four. It was much earlier than any of your friends had married their spouses, or even before they had begun dating them, but you didn’t mind. He was everything you had dreamed of and more.

On June 16th, 1951, you married him. It was a Saturday, and after the service you went surfing off the island. You married him in the church downtown in a dress you had saved for months to buy. He didn’t mind spending the money on you one bit.

When you were twenty you had your first child. A baby girl, Quint’s perfect little blessing, as he called her. At twenty-two you had your second, also a girl you both adored just as much as the first. Your life is perfect, there’s not a thing you would change.