Traveling inspire me

I never forget a day when I was born. Because every year I celebrate it. But the others side - I do not remember exactly the day when I was born. Yes, I know it from my mother - it was a hot night in August. Okey, what else? I cried? Of course yes! Perhaps I was not so happy of my born. I was red? Of course yes. Fell I? Of course not! I hope so. It was strange day for everybody I think. For my brother who do not know where is his mother, for my father who waiting at home (it was in 80. years when dad can not be at childbirth). But I celebrate it now. Why? Because I still be older? Thats not so happy fact. But I like this day for one thing.
For who I am now.