You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

In the half-past-nine quiet of the night, the noise the waves of the sea were making while strongly stroking the sands of the shore during the flow and ebb of the tide was clearly audible, even from a long distance, to the young woman inside the small village house, who was tensely experiencing the pains of labour for the third time in her life.
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