Chapter 1: Birth
I don't remember being born. Next chapter! Okay, kidding. Well, not about not remembering being born, that's obviously true. But there's still stuff to talk about, it just won't be primary sources. For example, I was born in 1985, in the Summer, during a heat-wave. I was born 4 weeks pre-mature and had to spend a significant amount of time in a humidicrib. I was tiny. Legend has it that the doctors didn't think it was important whether I was breast-fed or not, but mum insisted and through her persistance, I survived. So, if you believe the ancient stories, this is all her fault. I was born with both a mother and father (mum had like a farrah faucett hairdo, and dad had a moustache, or at least that's how I remember the photos looking). I also had a sister that was a year and a half older than me (But she had inherited neither the hairdo nor the moustache, sadly). The house I was brought home to was a fixer-upper (legends tell the thermometers read 40 degre...