As of present I am about 8400 days old, which also means I’ve been alive for the approximate figure of 12-million minutes. These figures really mean nothing besides it is my 23rd birthday, which actually means this is my 24th year of life.
Although if you count the time I gestated, I still have about 3 months to hit the point my life actually began. Which, had I not gone to an all boys highschool, this thought would have likely broken my mind. However the “You know your parents had sex” game was a frequent hit. The best I remember was someone pointing out, just before Christmas break, that Christmas was likely the day he was conceived (going on the special occasions theory of procreation). It really kills someone’s Christmas spirit when you make it remind them of their parents fornicating… and that’s why children are evil!