A Child’s Memory

My birthday is in December.  My earliest memory of learning about my birthday was in the month of December.  I don’t remember the year or how old I was.  Someone pointed to the calendar and said something about me being born.  I don’t remember the exact wording they used but on the calendar was a picture of a snow covered red barn.  In my childish mind, I understood them to mean I was born in a barn.  Now, when someone asks if I was born in a barn, I want to say, “Yes!”