In a recent e-mail from my mother, she mentioned someone she dated years ago. And that's when it hit me. My mother had a past!!! Now, you need to understand that I am adopted, so I didn't grow up with her, and therefore I didn't hear stories from her past all my life. I'm still catching up! Somehow, in my mind, she dated 2 men. My father, and the man she's been with for the last 20+ years. In between, I pictured her sitting around being celibate. Hmmmmm. It made me start to think....what will I tell my kids about my life before them?! Don't get the wrong idea, it's not like I have tabloid worthy memories, it's just that I never thought I'd have kids. So I wouldn't have to answer questions like "Mummy, why did it take you 6 years to get a 4 year degree?" or "why isn't Daddy in all these pictures? Who is that other guy?" Hubby can just laugh, because he lived a pure and innocent life until....well, until he met me. And then he calmed me down, and I settled into being a grown up. He has no awkward questions to answer. I think I'm just going to do what most parents do: lie. "Honey, I never dated anyone until I was 25!" "I've heard tequila is very strong. Perhaps you should have some apple juice instead." "That nice man in the picture is my cousin. Yes, I have an East Indian cousin. You've never met that side of the family."