Be Daisy and retell your story about your life from 1917-1922.

Back in 1917 I was only eighteen. At that time I was the most popular of all the young girls in Louisville. Jordan Baker admired me the most. I dressed in white and had a little white roadster and all day long the telephone rang in my house and excited young officers from Camp Taylor demanded the privilege of monopolizing me. One morning my white roadster was beside the curb, and I was sitting in it with a lieutenant. That lieutenant was Jay Gatsby. Then we saw Jordan Baker and I introduce her to Gatsby. Jordan and I were volunteering with the Red Cross, making bandages and I ask Jordan to cover for me that day, because I was with Gatsby.

The next year I went with a slightly older crowd—when I went with anyone at all. Wild rumors were circulating about me—how my mother had found out I was packing my bag one winter night going to run off to New York with Gatsby. I wasn't speaking with my family for several weeks. After that I didn't play around with the soldiers any more but only with a few flat-footed, shortsighted young men in town who couldn't get into the army at all.

By the next autumn I was happy again, happy as ever. I had a debut after the Armistice, and in February I was presumably engaged to a man from New Orleans. In June I married Tom Buchanan of Chicago with more pomp and circumstance than Louisville ever knew before. He came down with a hundred people in four private cars and hired a whole floor of the Seelbach Hotel, and the day before the wedding he gave me a string of pearls valued at three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Before the bridal dinner, I nearly changed my mind and goes into hysterics. Next day at five o'clock I married Tom without so much as a shiver and started off on a three months' trip to the South Seas. In August, I met Jordan in Santa Barbara. At that time I was so mad about my husband. A week after Jordan left Santa Barbara Tom ran into a wagon on the Ventura road one night and ripped a front wheel off his car. The girl who was with him got into the papers too because her arm broken—she was one of the chambermaids in the Santa Barbara Hotel.

The next April I had my little girl and we went to France for a year. We went to Cannes one spring and later in Deauville and then we came back to Chicago to settle down. I was popular in Chicago. We moved with a fast crowd, all of them young and rich and wild, but I came out with an absolutely perfect reputation because I didn't drink. I never went in for amour at all. Now we live in East Egg. I met my cousin a six weeks ago and I heard about the name Gatsby. I think Gatsby must be the lieutenant that I used to go out with when I was eighteen.