I was born in August, no July, 1908.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There was some indecision as to when I was born. My sister said it was 1916. I'd lost my birth certificate.
I was born on January 8, 1942, exactly three hundred years after the death of Galileo. I estimate, however, that about two hundred thousand other babies were also born that day. I don't know whether any of them was later interested in astronomy.
I was born in 1969, believe it or not, so I was a child in the '70s.
I was born on May 17, 1979, in Newark, New Jersey.
I was born on June 3rd, 1929, in Graenichen in the Canton of Aargau, Switzerland, where I went to the public schools until the age of 16.
I was born full grown in the middle of a hurricane and an earthquake on 10 September 1954, 12.52 P.M. When I found out that I had missed lunch, I gave such a shout that the Earth stopped and spun backwards two days. That's why I celebrate my birthday on 8 September.
I was born in 1968, just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.
Though I had come into the world on 16 November 1922, my official documents show that I was born two days later, on the 18th. It was thanks to this petty fraud that my family escaped from paying the fine for not having registered my birth at the proper legal time.
I was born on September 27, 1918, the second of five children.
I was born in my parents' bedroom on January 16. The World Almanac says it was 1909. I say it was 1912. But what difference does it make as long as I feel 33?