Baby's View of Birth Day
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I remember the day that mommy and daddy took me out of my nice, warm sleeping place. I was just hanging out for nine months, not causing any trouble. I never had to eat there 'cause my food was just served to me. I could play or sleep whenever I wanted to, too. Those were the days. Ok, maybe it was a little dark and I couldn't hear mom and dad that well, but they still read me books and kept me company. But things are cool now, too. But I still remember the day I came into the world.
That morning, so they tell me it was, the walls of my room got all tight. Every so often the walls would squeeze me. It was no fun. When I looked up, somebody was taking the ceiling out of my palace. (Note: I was laying upside down.) Boy, did I get mad! I kicked really hard. It didn't help much, though. I kept falling, little by little.
Eventually, I came into this strange chamber. I wondered if this was some sort of challenge to leave the warm place. Then something grabbed my throat! I was so scared! I was having a hard time breathing. Now there were some muffled sounds like, "Mursh." I felt something touch my head. All of a sudden the thingy started to suck. It was turning my head into a cone! It hurt! But I was tough. I wasn't going to let an alien brain sucker take me out. I pushed down hard and positioned myself to jump out. A rush of bright light blinded me. I had left my castle.
I was even madder now. I took a second to get my wind and let a big scream out. Bright light after bright light, hand after hand, these big monsters passed me around. I screamed and fussed for a good forty-five minutes. I was quite proud of my endurance. Then in this little room, my daddy came and held my hand. I stopped crying for a second and looked at him. He looked like a nice guy. I relaxed and only cried a little. Even when the meanies poked my toe with a needle, I didn't cry loud. I was so beat, I didn't even eat anything from my mommy. I slept the rest of the evening.
I guess I'm not so mad at having to leave anymore. My mama and dada love me a lot, and I love them too. I don't even mind that they gave me a conehead for a little while.