I was born in Sri Lanka.
I'm not West Coast at all. I was born in Atlanta, but I grew up in Kentucky, outside of Lexington, in Winchester.
I was born in Glasgow. But my family is pretty much from a little town called Paisley, famous for its cotton mills and paisley pattern.
I was born in St. Louis but lived there just for a few minutes in my life.
I was born in London and raised in Rome until I was 4. Then we went back to London, where I went to school.
I'm told I was born in Canada, but I was adopted, and I grew up in Maine and Massachusetts.
I was born in the Northeast, and I have Midwestern parents.
I was born in Philadelphia and currently live in Minneapolis. I write for both children and adults.
I am from Montreal, Quebec, Canada. I was born there, and I am a twelfth Montrealer.
My mother had morning sickness after I was born.
My mother tongue is Telugu. I was born and brought up in Tamil Nadu.
I was born in 1928 and by 1931 the Depression was beginning to mount.
I was born an auntie. I have an older niece and nephew and many younger nieces and nephews.
I was born nine months premature.
I was born in Sarnia, Ontario; a small town, it's where oil was pretty much discovered in North America.
My family is from Elmhurst, Queens, 54th Avenue, but I was born in Northern California.
I was born in Northern Ireland, also known as Ulster, and I'm Scots-Irish, therefore.
I was born in 1970. I was hardly goose-stepping down Nuremberg.
I was born in Sherman Oaks, California.
I was born in Shawnee, Oklahoma.