For years, my mother had my original birth certificate carefully wrapped in cellophane and kept in her jewelery box. She let me take charge of it when I turned 30. It promptly burned up in a house fire 3 years later.
It was hand writen and the official crimped state seal was all crumbly. No wonder it went up in flames, it was practically kindling.
To date, I have yet to order a replacement. Eventually I will. I have to. If we're ever to go overseas for holiday, I need to get a passport. And to get one of those you need a birth certificate. So, I'll order it.
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