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Numbers are interesting. Here are some fun number facts related to my life:

10-29-1974. My birthday. I was born 7 weeks early. My mother was in labor with me for 36 hours, which is more time than the doctor gave me to live. I'm now into my 38th year; I have lived 14,175 days as of today. I am 2 of seven children, 1 of 4 brothers, and I have 3 sisters.

1992. The year I graduated from high school. I was 17 years old. 2 weeks later I entered boot camp in San Diego. My company number was 053. I was there a total of 9 weeks. While I was there, there was an earthquake that measured 7.3. It happened just before 5 AM on Sunday morning. There were 69 other men in my boot camp company. My boot camp number was 12.

12 was also the number of the apartment Youngshin and I lived in when we were in Michigan.

1996 is the year I got married. 1997 is the year Ammon was born. He just turned 16. 2002 was the year Elise was born. She just turned 11. Youngshin was born in 1966, although her birth certificate says 1967. She is 8 and 1/2 years older than me (half the year she's 9 years older, like right now she's 47, while I am 38).

Anyway. Maybe I'm just bored. ;)


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