My first New Year's was pretty uneventful, from my perspective.
[The "retroblogging" project: this is a "back-post" written and added 2009-11-20. I've decided to "fill-in" my blog all the way back. It's a big project. But there's no time limit, right?]
I was born. I was disoriented. I cried. I ate. I wiggled and gazed. I don’t recall much.
[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn’t written in 1965 – it was written in the future.]
According to my mother, I was born. I don’t remember. Probably, it was pretty traumatic.
[The “retroblogging” project: this is a “back-post” written and added 2009-11-20. I’ve decided to “fill-in” my blog all the way back. It’s a big project. But there’s no time limit, right?]
