I Did It My Way

Like my youngest granddaughter, I made my appearance into this world on my own terms. I refused to hang out up-side-down butting my head against the unforgiving bones of my mother. Instead I took it upon myself to just sit on my rear and wait for my mother to push me into unknown surroundings.


Did I make the right decision? I have been reading about breech births and am making the judgments a reader must in order to sort reality from myth.

Most say that I am not as smart as my non-breech brother. As much as I hate to admit it, that is a truth.

Other state I have an awesome chance of being schizophrenic. One of my favorite movies is The Three Faces of Eve. There is just something idealistic about being able to just turn on another personality and not be judged by others. I would love to just be me all the time instead of only when I am alone.

Violent is another attribute common to us lucky breech babies. I don’t agree with this one. I hate controversy of all kinds.

Now for my favorites, according to mythology and folklore:

• a person born "footling" (breech) has the power to heal others by walking on them
• On the other hand, according to these same sources, a footling may become a prostitute
• or "harmless" vampire!

Healing-walking on someone-me! Oops, that would be a ride in either a hearse or an ambulance. Prostitute, I can assure you that profession never entered my mind or the minds of anyone that has ever laid eyes on me. Now, vampire...maybe.