What happened on the night that you were born?

I’m not sure about the night I was born, but I know about the next morning. Mum brought me straight home and the vicar next door heard I was arriving. He happened to be running a bell ringing practise that morning and so got the ringers to do a special peal in my honour. Mum has a recording knocking around, but I much prefer to imagine; Mum pulling up in a car and walking through our garden to the sound of the bells ringing through the valley and knowing it was for me!