I hope you enjoy this paragraph which gives you insight to the beginning of my life.
I am a fan of lunch. I also like breakfast and dinner. So it should come as no surprise that I arrived at 11:30 AM on January 5th, some 47 years ago. I was the first born of what would be a two son family. Being first was something I got used too pretty fast. As a matter of fact think I am the first, or at least the only baby I know to have had hernia surgery on day three of my life. My mother, who was a nurse, said because I was so small I had to have whiskey as my anesthesia. To this day it is the only alcohol I have ever consumed. The next major event in my life was when i took a header into a wooden rocking chair and required several stitches over my left eye. I think my grandmother, who was caring for me at home that day cried as much as I did. The last memory I will add, which has the accompanying picture, was on the day my baby brother came home form the hospital. I begged our neighbor, who also doubled as our day care to take him home with them. Being first meant I was okay being alone.