My experience with ridiculous government overreach began literally on the day I was born.
It was more than three decades ago, in the tiny Soviet Socialist Republic of Lithuania, back when the Soviet Union still existed.
As my mother tells the story, she and my father hurried to the closest hospital when her contractions started. But the hospital administration staff informed them that they were not allowed to give birth there.
Apparently we weren’t registered with that municipality. So the bureaucrats turned my parents away and ordered them to drive to the correct hospital that matched their records.
Unfortunately, my parents were nearly out of gas.