I showed up in October 1946, part of an early surge that would become a great nationwide baby boom. My sister Kathy was born a year later.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was born in the middle of the century in the middle of the country, a classic Baby Boomer.
I graduated in 1952 and went to Europe, with Niki and our first child Laura, who was then a year old.
I was born in 1954. My parents were brought up in the war years, and life was hard.
I was born five days before D-Day in 1944. My father was a mechanical engineer, which was a reserved occupation, so he didn't have to enlist. My mother was a housewife. She worked in a bank before marrying my father.
It was an odd coincidence that my career took off the same decade as having babies. I often wished it had been different, that I had my big career bump in my thirties and my babies in my forties or vice versa.
I was born in 1949 - which seems like a long time ago... Actually, it is a long time ago, when I think about it.
I was born in 1968, just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.
I was born in March 1949, a post war baby boomer.
I was born in 1935. But my mother and father - who were immigrants from Ireland - and everybody that I knew growing up in Brooklyn came out of the Depression, and they were remarkable people.
There was some indecision as to when I was born. My sister said it was 1916. I'd lost my birth certificate.