Remembering My Birth Day

When I was born I was five years old. The doctor had never seen anything like it before. I came out speaking. I said, “Hi, I’m Brooks.” I must have learned from listening through the womb.

My parents were a little upset because they had spent a lot of money on the crib and diapers. But I think they were also a little relieved at not having to raise an infant.

I remember my mom smoking during the delivery. Doctors recommended it because it helped relieve the labor tensions. I remember it was one of those menthol cigarettes. Those were considered extra healthy.