Turning Points
I'm 16 and my mom just handed me a book with a funny look on her face, saying "You should read this." It's Sophie's World.
I'm 33 and suddenly dealing with a surge of emotion I haven't needed to deal with before while staring at a commission of myself in a more feminine form.
I'm 13 and staring at the screen as the cursor flashes, and the words on the screen say "New Newsgroup Found: Subscribe to alt.fan.dragons? (y/n)"
(thx to @indi and @literorrery for inspiration)
Turning Points
I'm 14 and talking to a girl in the library at school while she looks up stuff on the web about dragons. "You should check this out" I say, and write down the URL for the alt.fan.dragons web page
I'm 19 and the fortune cookie reads "Answer always what your heart tells you." I know I'm going to do just that.
I'm 14 again, and the same girl is next to me on a computer in the school library. We're both on the same IRC channel. Neither of us remembers meeting the other before.
Turning Points
I'm 23 and the flames of passion in my relationship have died away, so I think "What the hell" and log in to this "Tapestries" thing I've heard about. There's someone there with a name close to mine, but I fight past the irritation and say hi.
I'm 14 and in the library, finding the first Thomas Covenant book.
I'm 32 and my heart is only starting to heal from rejection and lost interest, but the dragon I'm talking to laughs as he reveals the secret my love had hidden from me.
Turning Points
I'm 32 and still shattered, and a friend is asking me if I would be interested in moving in to their home, out of the single room I rent. I'm positive that I can't deserve an escape, but answer yes anyway.
I'm 15 and staring at Callahan's Crosstime Saloon. "Oh heck," I think, and put it into my book bag. "Why not?"
I'm an earlier 32 and desperate for something to keep me from being alone. "Hey, you know that thing we talked about?" I type, "I'm interested, when are you free?"
Turning Points
I'm 15 and the air is chilly as I walk to the thinking-place where three chestnut trees sprout from the same stump, starting to conduct my first ritual with knife, bowl, and a glass from the kitchen. It's full of fruit juice.
I'm 29 and wondering why the strange smell leaves me on edge. "Hey Anthony," I ask the closed door. "I'm going to the store. You want anything? You awake?"
I'm 16 and just had my first depressive breakdown, searching for a reason to continue. I am answered.