My name is Jam, I am 108 years old, and my great great grandson is typing this up for me. This is the story of my life.
I was born on the 1st of December 1900, which is seen as rather ironic by many people. My birth just so happened to be quite unusual, as my mother gave birth to me through her belly button. Of course, when i say that i mean, of course, that it was a lebotamy operation. As a matter of fact, if i were born approximately half a second later I would have choked on my mothers fluids...of course, we can never be sure, can we?