I was born. At 2:59 in the afternoon (Pacific Time), in Cottage Grove, Oregon. I looked like this:
From what I know of it, my birth was fast and painful. I was two weeks late and healthy, if a bit on the hairy and pointy-headed side.
As I grew, I got cuter.
And then, at about a year old, I became a monster. I was still cute, though.
After that, I started getting less cute, and becoming more of a pain in the ass. Which lasted until...well, now, really.
And today, I am 31. A pretty long way from that cute little blonde girl. But I still see her, underneath my gray hair and my need for glasses and my mid-aged makeup-reliance. She's still here.