12th grade graduation was in June, I was out of my father's house before the end of summer. Studio City, 2 bedroom apartment ($195.00 a month in 1971) with another girl friend (who my then boyfriend tried to sleep with). The next year I moved to Hollywood to a 3 story house (there were 5 of us) and it was the best year I ever had living with people I did not know. The house was owned by one of the first people who published a book on how to grow your own pot (those were great times, and I did not even get high).
I was up for adoption twice, once in Berlin in 1958 by my mother (my father took me to the US instead), and then again in St. Louis in 1961 (this one I'm not sure about, all I remember was being told to lie that everything was OK living with my 1/2 sister).
I've been living alone for the first time in my life this last year, and I must say I am getting used to it.