May 1, 1980

My birthday. I've always thought that even if I could pick a day to be born on, out of any day of the calendar, in any year, I would still pick this day. It seems special to me. And I was a breech baby. I don't know if there is something special to that, but I guess I always go through life with a sense of being somehow slightly different. Not in a bad way. Just in a way that makes me not afraid.