The year I was born

Share what you know about the year you were born.

Well, depends on what you’re asking,

What do I know about the world or world events from the year I was born? Not much. Ronald Reagan was president. East and West Berlin were still in existence.

What do I know about events of my life from that year? Plenty. My mother was in hard labor for 39 hours straight to bring me into the world. (This is a fact that was drilled into my head, especially if I was being difficult!) The first time my father held me, I fit perfectly on one arm, and that amazed him. I slept through a couple of flights on a C5, which, as I was told, was basically a miracle once, not to mention multiple times. In the words of my father, all I did for the first half of the year was “eat, sleep, and shit”. I had a scream that could wake the dead, supposedly. My first word was “shit”. I was walking at about 10 months. I had my first taste of bourbon at my first birthday party – the adults thought it adorable that I wobbled around on my unsteady legs visiting people and would have a sip of a random drink, make a face, squeal at them, laugh, and go teetering off to visit the next guest.

So yeah, that’s what I know about the year I was born.