You weren't born, you were decanted!
I was born 24 years ago.
I told my mom I didn't want to do anything for my birthday, that I wasn't really ready to turn 24, and couldn't we wait until next year?
On Wednesday my dad called to say he was throwing a party on Saturday, but I really think he just wanted a chance to show off his new house to my mom.
All evening it was dueling new houses, dueling school plans, dueling summer "research", dueling lives. Yesterday he called and managed to inquire about whether one of my mom's friends was a special friend.
I did, however, manage to leave with a book about the geology of Boulder County and 40 pounds of stamps my grandfather collected for me in the eighties. My dad found them cleaning out his parents' house before they sold it. Another denizen of the Bakelite Jungle.