My first prompt, I wrote it from the end to the beginning, and I find that my life can be kinda depressing. Even one sentence per year.

Lots of things happened in the three years after I was born including learning to walk, talk, and going on my first trip to Disneyland.
After that I went to day care at Shane's house, and his mom had just had his sister Alana. From four or so to five I went to day care at people's houses, and my brother called a little boy the "N" word. In Kindergarten, Caleb was my best friend; I had no idea he was "special." In First grade I met Cindy Butler who would be my best friend for the next three years, and do some serious mental damage in the process. In Second grade I was in Mr. Haberburger's class and we got to have stuffed penguins with us for story time. In third grade I had my last year living near Cindy, and my last year in day care. In Fourth grade I had my appendix taken out. In fifth Grade I went to a new school, where I was picked on in class, but I had a really good friend who lived just down the street. My last year of Elementary school I was picked on by all of the girls and hung out with the boys because I befriended "the new guy." My first year of middle school I spent recess jumping up and down. My last year of Middle school I wasn't sure who to hang out with, and couldn't go anywhere anyway. My friends and I spent the whole of my freshman year making references to advertisements that sounded like sexual innuendos...basically all of them, and I started really making comics. My Sophmore year I had my first date, the first kiss, and the first boyfriend, the first real religious experience that changed my world. My Junior year I got picked up at the prom by the guy I was crushing on all year. My last year of highschool connected me with a crush from elementary school, got me through one of my first serious boyfriends, and made friends with the people I would be hanging out with for the next ten years. My first year of college took me away from my old friends and got me some strange new ones. The summer of my Sophmore year of college had me getting to be with the big crush of my last few years. I met the love of my life during my Junior year of college. My senior year of college left me feeling lost and empty. The first year out of college; beginning of lots of disappointment.
I got married. I lost three jobs and gained some psychological issues. We lost the fight to live in Colorado, and I quit making comics. My husband and I learned what we needed to do to be each other's hero. My baby, "Bunny", was born.
I started baking and writing.