It was on this day, 23 years ago, that I entered this world, screaming and crying, and probably trying to figure out a way to escape into the wilderness, where I really belong.  Heh.  I remember 2 years ago when I turned 21.  That's when I (stupidly) started drinking because I became legal.  [Note to self:  just because something's legal doesn't mean it's a good thing to do.]  Then there was the time Wendy gave me a travel journal when I turned 20.  Before that, I remember turning 17 and going to the DMV to get my driver's license.  I think the only other birthday I remember before that was when I turned 10 or 11 and my parents and sisters jumped out of the barn after I got home from baseball practice and surprised me and carried me on their shoulders and spanked me like 10 or 11 times.  That was a good one.  Ooh wait:  last year, I took the FE exam the day before my birthday, and so I was recovering on the actual day of my birthday.  I think when I turned 15, I worked at this place called Cerbo's Hampton Nursery all day and then went to Ian's house for some bad stuff. #sociology