November 28, 1965...

About 12 years ago I decided to contact the adoption agency that handled my placement when I was born. I called them up and asked them to send me any information they had on me when I was just a wee baby. I did this mostly not to find out who my birth parents were, but more to get any health information on them. We had three children at the time and I thought it would be nice to know something of my birth parent's backgrounds.

Turns out, the agency had a little bit of information on them. The agency sent back a page and a half of information that told of my mother's and father's backgrounds, a little of their ethnic makeup, and some of their physical features. This was all new information and I found it fascinating.

I kept reading until I came to the information about my birth. Right there in the middle of the document it said: Scott, you were born on November 28, 1965.

Wait...what? I read that again. November 28, 1965. So, which was it? Was I born on the 28th, or the 27th as I had always assumed to be my correct birthday? Now, verifying a birthday is a fairly easy thing to do. All I had to do was look at my birth certificate, but there was a moment when I wondered if knowledge that I had believed all my life was wrong. I know it was just the difference of one day, but still...it was strange. I mean, I'm a November 27 kind of guy. Not to disparage anyone born on November 28. I'm sure that any of you born on that day means you're a November 28th kind of guy/gal.

The agency had made a typo on the report. They got it wrong. I guess had I actually been born on the 28th of November, 1965 I would have gotten used to it, but secretly I think I would still like the 27th better...it's just who I am.