Most people can't remember anything that happened to them before the age of two. I am unique in that not only can I remember with clarity stuff that happened to me the first two years of my life, I can also remember events that happened even before conception. I remember like it was yeserday, half of me resting in my dad's testicle, and the other half in my mom's fallopian tube. Next thing I know the half of me in papa is being hurtled on a fast ride quite similar to going on a waterslide. I have to swim fast because the early bird gets the womb. The other half of me is all happy to have so many vying for my attention. All of these olympic swimmers are now ramming their heads into me. It's like a bunch of lumberjacks competing to be first to hack through the pine log. Meanwhile the tadpole part of me finally breaks through. Now we have to go dutch and each chip in half of the bill to pay for this new boy we're about to become. Sure I won't ever be able to swim as fast, but I will be able to do lots of other cool things with the cells I am now making. I start out at two, then four, then eight, then 16, and so on doubling to millions and then billions. I'm growing a brain, toes, arms, teeth, a heart, all sorts of new things. Then it's just grow, grow, grow! I slide out of my mom, get a smack on my bottom, I'm guessing it's tradition, and find that you have to use your mouthhole to get nourishment, not your belly button. I do miss living inside, getting my yummies through my tummy.