|I was cute and chubby. ;)|
That is what my Dad and Grandma both told me about the day I was born in January on 1968.
They both told me that it was a blizzard outside in Nashville. Yeah, you heard me, I was born during a blizzard.
Dad told me one time, "Your Mother was calmly sewing on buttons to her coat while she was in labor with you. Your Grandma was running around trying to get your Mother's stuff together. I was looking frantically for the keys."
My Mom said about the day, "Yeah, I was sewing buttons on my coat. It was cold out after all. Your Dad scared me half to death with his driving in the blizzard and your Grandma was scared for me and you."
In spite of my Dad's driving, my Grandma going half crazed and my Mom's calmness, we all got to the hospital on time.
The rest is history.
Well, that is how I first made my appearance in the world. I won't bore you with the long version of the sorted details up until now. Who wants to hear that anyway.