This weekend is my birthday, and for the first time in my life, it doesn’t signify anything, except the normal I’m getting older. Ok, perhaps, it’s not the first time, but it is definitely the first time I FEEL like it’s just another day. But instead of it being all about me, my birthday made me think about how ME came to be. I’ll leave the stork part out and focus instead on the major influences that have propelled me to this present moment, on the precipice of another birthday. And the majorist of major influences is my family.