90's?! Try the 80's. Brought here in the mid-80's after the amnesty (purely a coincidence) when I was 10ish with just a sibling and a parent. The whole thing was some weird mixup and the details are so bizzare that I won't get into it but it was never our purpose to arrive here without documents but somehow it happened and we were detained at the airport. After a week in detention (at a private residence, not jail jail) and a hearing, we were technically "excluded" from entering the US but were paroled. Hence we were NOT Entry without Inspection...according to the law, I have never entered the US, even now.

We had an asylum hearing that was a complete disaster in part due woeful unpreparedness by our last minute lawyer and alcoholic asshole relative we were staying with and in part due to approaching the whole thing from the wrong angle. We were rejected and we appealed and by then we had been here for about 3 years and the rest of our family was already elsewhere in the world and we had nowhere else to go once we got that rejection and had a final order stamped on my forehead.

Seriously though, I just might be in the running for the oldest Dreamer who is still in here and/or hasn't done a header off a bridge.

So we just kind of kept our head down waiting for a family petition and/or new laws, etc. Before I knew it, I was out of High School and before I knew it I was in my mid-20's and things have gotten worse and worse ever since then as it got harder and harder to live as an undocumented person. The rest of the family found ways of becoming legal but nothing applied to me and I was too old....Also was too old for DACA. Now I'm too old to get married too apparently as a middle aged undocumented person doesn't exactly scream stability for a middle aged woman desperate to have an instant family.

So here I am with you fine people