...Well, as I remember being told by my mother, I was born when the snow was this high. (holds out hand, about three to four feet from floor) Now, the Navajo people don't keep records, they don't have written records, so all the records are kept by memory... back in those days, it is understood that it snowed all in December. So when January comes, the snow is this high. When I got introduced into the education system, they put as my birth date, January. What day, we don't know. Everybody took a wild guess, said "third sounds good." So they put January 3. What about the year? See, that's where the difficulty comes in... they tell me today I'm forty-five years old, give or take a couple of years, because we don't know. So that's the way my so-called "official" records say, January 3, 1952. I know for sure, according to my mother's story, January is correct. But I have questions about the day I was born, the third, and the year 1952.