Where were you born?

Pittsburgh

Did your momma dance for the money they'd throw? Or did she just whore herself out to any and all?

a military hospital in Hawaii

Papa couldn't stop her either way. He was busy preaching a little gospel and selling a couple of bottles of Doctor Good.

The way I heard it, Dr. Good was fucking Papa right left and center every time they were in town. Papa always referred to it as getting a "checkup."

I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus, rollin' down Highway 41.

I was born in a trunk at the Princess Theater in Pocatello, Idaho.

It was during a matinee on Friday, and they used a makeup towel for my didee.

I was born in a trunk.

On the bayou

Copycat

It was a dark and stormy night...

The sky was so blue that day...

I was spawned in a ditch by a mother who left me there, naked, and cold, and too hungry to cry.

In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler We were poor but we had love That's the one thing that daddy made sure of

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane

And I howled at my ma' in the driving rain

But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas

But it's all right, I'm jumpin' Jack Flash

It's a gas, gas, gas

Ignore R14. She's only Aldonza the Whore.

I was born...born....born to be ALIVE!

I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show

My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw

Papa would do whatever he could

I come from the town of Mira...

I was born from love and my poor mother worked the mines

I was born in Buffalo. My puberty was bleak.

I was born in the house my father built.

Over yonder aways from the Talahatchee Bridge.

Born in the USA! I was born in the USA!

My Momiker...Palazzo Muti, Rome

Myself...Downtown Brooklyn

Technically, I was born in Petersburg, Alaska, although my parents lived in a Tlingit village called Kake on an island in southeast Alaska that was too small to have a hospital. My mom was flown from there to Petersburg when she went into labor.

Both parents are dead now, so I’ll never know why two Caucasian people decided to go teach in a place where everyone else was Tlingit. It wasn’t a religious reason, whatever it was.

They left for the lower 48 when I was two, so I know next to nothing about Alaska.

R21 Were you raised on the good book Jesus til you read between the lines?

I was born by the river in a little tent. And just like that river, I've been running ever since.

I was born in a wheat field during the time of the burning sun.

In Detroit, OP, never able to read the room.

I was born to love you, OP

He was born in the summer of his 27th year Coming home to a place he'd never been before He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again You might say he found a key for every door

Connecticut. I lived in Bethel CT until I was ten.

Bethal is famous for birthplace Phineas Taylor Barnum

Taos, NM

West Bumfucke

I was born in a barn -- at least, that's what my mother always asked me.

I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.

I was born under a wandering star.

Don’t you know I was born running naked in the eye of the storm ⛈.

Baby I was born to run!

I started my life in an old, cold run down tenement slum

My father left, he never even married mom

I shared the guilt my mama knew So afraid that others knew I had no name

The planet Ork

[italic]There's not much hope for a red dirt girl

Somewhere out there is a great big world

That's where I'm bound

And the stars might fall on Alabama

But one of these days I'm going to swing my hammer down

Away from this red dirt town

I'm going to make a joyful sound

I was born under a wanderin’ star…

I was...born to be wild!

I was born in a small town in the Midwest.

I was born??

I was born on a Hollywood bed in the Bronx...

OP- I was born in

Saginaw Michigan

Vancouver General Hospital three months too soon. I weighed a pound and a half.

The chances of a 24 weeker surviving then was 10%.

I was born in a small rural town in a hospital that has since been closed. The town is mostly known for being a place you drive through on the way to other places

At the corner of "ambitious covert narcissist future successful financial professional" & "insecurely attached daughter of a drunk farmer" street.

In 1902 Father built a house at the crest of the Broadview Avenue hill in New Rochelle, New York, and it seemed, for some years thereafter, that all the family's days would be warm and fair.

Please all of you, tell us your personally identifiable information! Our agents are standing by to do nothing with it at all. Absolutely nothing!

A-WAAAY in a manger, no crib for a BED.

We lived in a one-room, run-down shack on the outskirts of New Orleans. We didn't have money for food or rent, to say the least we were hard-pressed. Then mama spent every last penny we had to buy me a dancin' dress.

She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down! Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down! Lord, forgive me for what I do but if you want out, well, it's up to you. Now, don't let me down, now your mama's gonna move you uptown.”

Same state Joe Manganiello was born in.

In a no longer existing hospital on Capitol Hill in DC.

I was born in a run down tenement slum.

My father left, he never even married mom.

I shared the guilt that others knew I had no name.

I'm a love child!

I was born free, as free as the wind blows. As free as the grass grows, Born free to follow my heart. ♥️

A sanatorium, really.

I was found in a handbag at a train station, the Victoria Line.

I was [italic]Born Free! [/italic]

Free as the wind blows…

Quantico.

Borned in a cabin in Butcher Holler

I was an incubator baby too. But not for long.

I was born with a wire hanger attached to my foot…

I am a Proper Bostonian.

I was born one block from a pub that was to become one of this city’s most famous gay pubs. My dad took all of his cricket teammates to the pub to celebrate, according to my mum.

Nineteen years later I took my first tentative steps into the same pub, now unequivocally gay (me and the pub) and looked back a little but not a lot.

It’s now a Nike store.

Up at 2 AM drunk posting? Yep, Bostonian.

R71 isn’t aware of the concept of time zones.

In a country that was once sane.

I was born in a crossfire hurricane.

I was born too late for you to care. Now my heart cries because your heart just couldn’t wait. Why was I born too late?

I was born in Xixax

On my mama's farm

My father was a junkie

Und wir war'n sehr arm

I was born a poor black child

R77 your awesome.

To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o’clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously.

Born in Duluth! Natural writer. Published at seven! Genius type!

Wrote the school play. Wrote the school paper! Summa cum laude! All of that tripe!

In a drainage ditch

I was born in the old St. Joseph's Infirmary in downtown Atlanta in 1953. It is long gone from that location, replaced by the Atlanta Hilton.

I was born a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away

I was born, born, born -- born to be alive!

I was born on LSD.

I was born

in a field of corn

on a frosty morn.

I AM the Alpha and Omega.

The First and the Last

In a crossfire hurricane

I was born in a trunk in The Princess Theater in Pocatello, IIdaaahoooo!

[quote]Where were you born?

In the hospital, Rose.

Who will admit they were born in a segregated hospital or a part of the hospital that didn’t allow blacks. That’s what I want to know. Beautiful southern elder gays own your heritage.

Boris and Svetlana birthed me in a lab

I was born in a small town And I live in a small town

To run.

I am born.

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.