I was at a yard sale with my daughter today. As she was browsing through a stack of children's books she mentioned that there were several Boxcar Children books.
I replied, "I AM one of the Boxcar Children!"
It's true! About two weeks before I was born my mother and father and my two older siblings moved from Nebraska to Iowa. When I was born I was brought home to the new "house", two boxcars placed together to make an L-shaped home. One car was heated with a pot-belly stove. The other had the wood and cob-burning kitchen range. That must have been a cold winter. In the spring we moved to a "real" farmhouse.
Oh, and did I ever tell you that I was born in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot? Okay, that may be stretching it a bit. Actually I was born in the old hospital, an old white two or three story building that was torn down when the community built a new hospital. The lot itself was sold to a fellow who built a grocery store on it. At one time the store was called the Piggly Wiggly. It's been known by other names as well, depending on which company the owner was in association.
It sounds rather ordinary to say I was born "in the old hospital". But to say "I was born in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot," why, that just has a good ring to it. Don't you think?