The day I was born was a Saturday in August.

7 August 1965 was the exact date.

In that special week of August people in US were listening to I’m Henry VIII, I Am by Herman’s Hermits. In UK Help! by The Beatles was in the top 5 hits. Help!, directed by Richard Lester, was one of the most viewed movies released in 1965 while Up The Down Staircase by Bel Kaufman was one of the best selling books*.

The US President was Lyndon B Johnson, the UK Prime Minister was Harold Wilson and closer home our Premier was Lal Bahadur Sastri and our President, Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan.

More importantly for our country, it was two days after our neighbouring country had aggressively crossed over the border. The noises of war were loud. I’m sure my birth was overshadowed by the fact that it was only a few days before my Dad, an officer in the Indian Infantry, would leave to join his Army unit.

However, he was there at my birth, and I was told he sent off a telegram to my aunt who had taken my eldest brother (then 6) for a short trip, announcing the arrival of ‘Maria Corinne’. This was a name he had chosen to give his daughter long before my two brothers were born. As it turns out, a little over a week later, he had to take our family back to the city he was posted to and leave for the border. My mother, bravely looked after the three of us, all under the age of 7, while she watched Dad’s fellow officers being brought back home wounded, or worse, got news of those that had been killed.

This is a picture that Mum had taken at a studio, so that she could send it to my Dad, for him to see how I was growing. Apparently, the studio owner like his own picture so much, that he took permission to display it on his shop window!

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I can only begin to imagine the insecurity that was present in our family, and I realized much later on, how much of it I had absorbed. It made me a very precocious, sensitive, yet insecure child. Perhaps, irrationally, like children often do, I felt responsible for this. So, depending on the circumstances, I became the family peace-maker or the trouble-shooter.

It is only in recent years, that I have worked on healing myself and becoming more secure about who I am – something that you will find me sharing about quite often.

I’ve shared my earliest memory with you before, so I’m not going to bore you with it again. Instead let me share with you some inane facts about me! 😉

I was born in the Chinese Year of the Snake.
As of today I am 50 years 9 months 6 days old – that’s approximately 18,542 days, 445,012 hours and 1,602,042,979 seconds old!
And in dog years I am 350 years old!**

I’d love to hear the story of the day of your birth. Do share.

(With help from *TakeMeBack  and ** Day of Birth)

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Today I’m happy to be co-hosting Finish The Sentence Friday (FTSF) with Kristi Campbell of Finding Ninee, the creator of this weekly feature.

Today’s sentence is : The day I was born (reborn)…………