I am born

Oh, who am I? I was born in a valley not very remote from the sea. The sun had not yet risen. Call me Ishmael. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, But I hate Spring.