Seasonal Babies

My whole life I thought I was a fall baby. Born in the fall and destined to always have a birthday at the beginning of the school year when no one really cares. I resigned myself to this thought. I took on the role of a fall baby: a little chilly but not ice cold, starting to whither away but not completely gone, fall colors were my colors and the world seemed right.

But, today I stumbled accross some very interesting thoughts. I´m actually not a fall baby at all. Because here in the southern hemisphere we have opposite seasons, I, Eugenia Salvo, am a spring baby. A spring baby! I mean this really changes my view on the world. I wasn´t born at the beginning of the school year, I was born almost at the end. That time of the year when people kind of care. This is seriously life altering. I mean, can you imagine me as - gasp, can I even say it? - a spring person? Spring! The season of new life and whatnot.

This could prove to be a very interesting experience after all.

- E