I'm an October baby, yes.
Not knowing my birthday had never seemed strange. I knew I'd been born near the end of September, and each year I picked a day, one that didn't fall on a Sunday because it's no fun spending your birthday in church.
I was born in March 1949, a post war baby boomer.
I was born on May 17, 1979, in Newark, New Jersey.
It is best to be born in April or August when the life-giving Sun is in its exaltation sign Aries or Leo, its home, for then we enter the sea of life on the crest-wave and are backed in the battle of existence by an abundant fund of vim and energy.
I was born in June, so I like summer, and my favourite part of a sunny day is when the sun sets.
