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It was a chaotic Sunday morning at Aurora Community Hospital on June 11th, 1961. My mom had a belly-ache and came home with me.

My brother, Randy, said things would never be the same.

My journey has been a fun one, full of skinned knees, chasing boys on the playground and looking for the prize in a Cracker Jack box.

Join me in a trip down memory lane as I celebrate yet another trip around the sun. Here's to 64 years and counting!