I was created in a factory for Wilson's Sporting Goods in 1995 and shipped to a store in New York City, in a crate with fifty other volleyballs and some wiseass soccerballs (you should have heard the shouting matches on the ride over, let me tell you!).

In New York, I was purchased by an old man named Vincent. Vincent had a grandson named Johnny who lived in Japan, and I was to be his birthday present. He wrote a card for little Johnny, wrapped me up and sent us both to Federal Express.

Next thing I knew, I was on a very bumpy plane ride over the Pacific Ocean, flying on Christmas Eve in a bad storm.

Suddenly, there was an explosion and next thing I knew, I was floating around in seawater. I floated out into the storm, carried by huge waves and blustery winds.

Next thing I knew, I was washed up on an island, not knowing what to expect...