What happened to the babies born in 1962 at the same Arkansas hospital as myself?

At the age of 45, I found myself dealing with the death of my father. I had built a life and career that I thought would see me well into my eighties. Feeling secure, I opened up to memories of a very painful childhood and early life. I then found myself trapped in a life that no longer made sense. I have written a memoir, WALK ON WATER, and am looking for a publisher, but in the meantime to satisfy the writing urge, I am going to blog. I have my original birth announcement from the Arkansas newspaper in 1962. I am going to search for the other babies that were born at the same hospital, on the same day in the announcement. I want to find out what happened to all of us. We began life in the exact same place. Where are we now that we are in our fifties? So follow me into the journey and it might inspire you to do the same thing.