Two score plus thirteen years ago a single egg from my host parent, hence called Mother, was invaded by a single spermatozoa donated by another host parent, hence called Father. Shortly after that I began to split and multiply numerous times. Something like the new math.

Well sometime had passed, I really do not know how much, I couldn't tell time then, but I soon discovered that I was shaping up. I was beginning to look and feel like a human being. It was great, I had it all. Everything was there, arms. legs and a little toy to play with.

I remember enjoying my new environment. Climate controlled and kind of floating in free space. Food, drink and a thumb to suck on; I had it made. Occasionally I would shift positions, stretch or kick out, if the mood suited me. It was, I would have to say, the best of times.

Then one day, just after I got the placed fixed up just the way I liked it; I got pushed out. What an ordeal that was. You just can not imagine the pressure. There I was, just floating about and thinking how nice it would be if I had more room. Then all of a sudden I'm experiencing an horrendous pushing sensation. One of which you just can't comprehend. Besides the pushing, there were those contractions squeezing on all sides. It was unbearable.

I thought maybe Mother ate something that didn't agree with her. I learned later that, that was not the case at all. I was really being forced into a situation similar to a 'rock and a hard place'. Next thing I knew I had no room to move about, and was being forced to pass through a small canal. This was worst then bondage. Not that I would know anything about that. But, there was just no way any human being could pass through that canal. Talk about 'grid lock', I was in a jammed up situation.

Suddenly after I have given up all hope of relief, I was given a final push and slithered out of the canal onto a cold table. Where I was raised by my ankles, believe it or not, and whacked hard right on my buttocks. Why, I belted out a cry, one of which I have never heard before. Blood rushing to my head, arms dangling in the air and some old geyser spouting out, "it's a boy, it's a boy".

Ever since that monumental moment of time, life has not been the same. Of all the achievements I have accomplished, nothing else has been greater. It is a cold cruel world out there, but it sure would be nice to return again. Sometimes I try.