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I was born on a windy day. It was raining outside, and the atmosphere was dull and damp. Up until that first moment when I got my first chill, I had been snug as a bug in a rug. I got part of my mother's food and I had not a care in the world. You might say I was living the life of Riley. (Whoever he is. To this day, I've never met him.)

My barracks was somewhat small but since I had no need of much, maybe a few inches to stretch in, I thought myself the luckiest person ever. I knew I was outgrowing my cocoon and would have to leave some day, but I was not looking forward to it. I had no need to seek my fortune in other parts of the world.

What was it like crawling through this tunnel into the outside world? It was a hard squeeze, but with enough pushing and shoving I finally emerged. The sheer force of my entry was so startling; I went into shock and never fully recovered for about twenty-four hours.

My doctor was an old pro. With a big yank he pulled my head through and picked me up and places me on my mother's abdomen. I was pretty much in the same place on the outside as I was on the inside minus the warmth and comfort. Something like standing on the outside of a house instead of reclining near a cozy fire inside.

Next, he did the crudest thing. He put his fingers in my mouth and gouged around for a second or two. He must have had a good reason because then I started breathing in the outside air. It was cold and all I wanted was to crawl back in and stay there for the rest of my life.

No way. I was in another world and I would have to live with that fact. I don't remember much after that, but I do remember getting a bath. A nurse bathed me and put a silly crocheted cap on my head. At first I thought it silly, but I began to get warm again gradually. The rest of my little self was wrapped up snuggly and placed in a bassinet. They placed me near a big window and all I could see were these big people staring at me.

I was confused. My guardian Angel never mentioned I would be performing in a circus. What are all those people doing standing out there looking in? One or two have their noses pressed up against the glass and they are flat. Hope I didn't inherit that.

But all in all, now that I look back on my birthday, it was not too bad. It was worth the trouble, my mother and my father tell me. They had waited so long for a baby. They didn't care if I was a boy or a girl, but I sure do. I am a big boy now, and give me another two weeks and I will be taking my first step. One whole year and I think my mother is planning a party. You are invited.

Those moon guys will have nothing on me. They took one giant step for mankind, and I will be taking my first tottering baby step for all those to follow. It promises to be a lifetime of adventure. What word of advice do I have for all those waiting their entry into this world? Welcome.

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