Seniors, do you ever think about the time that you were born?

I recall Dad telling that the day I was born it was beautiful then, the next day the temp dropped and it was so cold. He would get out of bed and get the pot bellied stove as hot as he could then, Mom would hop up and change my diaper then get me back in bed. I can remember the house. When the wind blew, sometimes the linoleum on the floor would flop. I guess thinking of that made getting up with a Baby, having central heat and air, seem easy. Ever think of what your Parents had to deal with when you were a Baby?