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!”
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