I was born in New York in 1904.
We are born at a given moment, in a given place and, like vintage years of wine, we have the qualities of the year and of the season of which we are born. Astrology does not lay claim to anything more.
I was born in New Delhi in 1976.
I was born in August, no July, 1908.
I was born in Boston, Massachusetts on May 16, 1923, the only child of Joel and Sylvia Miller.
I was born in Palo Alto, California in 1961.
I myself was born in Sacramento, California in 1966.
I first saw the light in the city of Boston in the year 1857.
I was born in 1970. I was hardly goose-stepping down Nuremberg.
It might help to know that in Afghanistan citizenship papers and birth certificates and the official registration of births and deaths are the exotica of faraway places. One is born 'in the time of the pomegranate harvest' or some such thing or one's birthdate is recorded as the first day of the year if you are even aware of the year you were born.
I was born on 22 March 1931 in New York, the elder child of Abraham and Fanny Richter.
I was born in Montreal in 1939, the second son of poor immigrants.
I was born on May 17, 1979, in Newark, New Jersey.
I was born in 1970 in Illinois, but all the life I remember I've spent in Chapel Hill, N.C.
I was born in Taunton, Massachusetts on June 1, 1917, but I actually grew up in nearby New Bedford.