First Chapter of My Life.

I hear sounds all over the place as I type this in the car. Why am I doing this? I don't know either. I guess I just wanted to talk to someone. Well, I guess I am here to tell you everything. Why am I not embarrassed about this? I can do this because no one will ever know about it. Except you. Let's start from the top from what I can remember.

I was born into a family of 5 including my parents on Africa. Yay! As I grew up, I basically knew everyone around me since I lived at that neighborhood since I was born.

I watched kids as newborns and as they grew up. But I was not the person who could handle kids. I actually quite disliked them. Life in Africa was actually great. I watched everything change and humans coming into this world. I had some bad memories, but more of the good memories there.

One of my best memories is when I was 2-3 years old. I remember --and was told by mom-- that I was actually the naughty kid after my brother in the family

I used to dip my finger into water on the ground. Weird that this is one of my best memories but let me explain. I would lick my finger and any adult around me would immediately pick me up from the ground. The place where I put my finger was a hole in the ground, and since it would rain at night, the hole would have water in them. I would always lick my fingers after dipping them in there, but one day. My mother told me that if I didn't stop I would get sick or hurt.

I guess her words came true when she said because right then a crow flew over and slapped it wings on my ear. Since from that day on, if anyone saw me do that they would yell " The crow is coming!" and I would immediately stop.