Well, it was warm and moist in there. Now what is this that invades my lungs? Only one thing to do, scream and cry. I have heard that voice before, I'm sure I have. The light, it hurts my eyes. Um, ok you're bundling me now, wrapping in some kind of something, different from where I was before. It's all new and scary, and dry. The unknowing and growing to be done. The tenacity and tranquility, pleasure and pain. A new life and the world awaits. I own nothing but if my mother cradle me and father oversee, then enough.