Well, um. I definitely remember where I was nineteen years ago, because I'd just given birth for the fourth (and, alas, final) time. Despite my horrendous experience at Evil Baby Factory, the end result was, and is, pretty awesome. :D :D
Happy birthday, mr_t00by, YAAAAY! *kermitflail*
I suck at sentiment, so I'll let someone more eloquent talk instead (and yeah, this is the same thing I quoted when Hannah turned nineteen, but I'm pretty sure mr_t00by will appreciate it more, seeing as how he's actually read the text in question).
"At nineteen they can card you in the bars and tell you to get the fuck out, put your sorry act (and sorrier ass) back on the street, but they can't card you when you sit down to paint a picture, write a poem, or tell a story, by God, and if you reading this happen to be very young, don't let your elders and supposed betters tell you any different. Sure, you've never been to Paris. No, you never ran with the bulls at Pamplona. Yes, you're a pissant who had no hair in your armpits until three years ago--but so what? If you don't start out too big for your britches, how are you gonna fill 'em when you grow up? Let it rip regardless of what anybody tells you, that's my idea; sit down and smoke that baby."
--Stephen King, from the new intro to the Dark Tower series
And now for some pictures!
Baby!Isaac, circa 1991:
This one's from last summer:
And this one was taken in San Juan during a cruise last January: