Side comment: The assignment in My AP lit class was to tell about our perfect day but I couldn't think of a perfect day then I thought about the day I was born -- maybe that is a good canidate?

I have my entire life ahead of me and there are no regrets. No worries fill my head and entrap themselves' entwining me mercilessly. My dreams have not been given the opportunity to be squelched and I have all the time in the world to dream them. My heart hasn't been broken and my innocence has not been lost. My youth renders me kind and trusting because I know no differently. I have only known the reliance on another that did not give me up but instead nurtured me in the womb. I had appeared in the world untouched and new. On this day I was born.

Unlike your ordinary day that starts at 7:00 am or perhaps 8:00 am, mine started at 2:02 am on the very early morning of May 2. Of course I had been expected for the past 12 hours but my arrival was late (as has become a trend since unfortunately.) I hadn't had an intensely broken dream but I did cry when I woke up with fervor. I think because the experience was so much I couldn't take everything in. No doubt an awe-inspiring tale. I knew love from the first moment of that day and the second and the third and I was care fully weighed and wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and put into my mother's waiting arms. Her eyes alighted upon me and there was tenderness there.

I was taken by a very large woman with a kind face and sturdiness. She cooed to me and wrapped my little hand around her immense smallest finger. I was taken here and there on a grand adventure without my mother who was conspicuously not present but I assumed that she could not move like other people but had to lay down and hold me with a fluffy pillow behind her back and attendants taking up the rear. She did seem a bit tired I had realized in retrospect (hindsight is usually a bit more realistic.) The adventure consisted of smiling faces and broad laughs and thermometers and lots of other people my size (well that part I didn't like.) It was like a great experiment of lost children in thick and vast plastic holding tanks. We were all in wait for our time apart from the masses.

Away from that experimentation and now back to my Mommy (of whom I knew the identity of from the first). The once white expanse was now filled with bright hues and not so sharp contrasts. A Garden of Eden had arrived on the doorstep. My eyes were very tough to open all the way and I had see all that was around me but my tunnel vision at least was thorough. I could see wholly my mommy and that's all that really mattered. I was completely content with not a care in the world. What was bother? What was annoyance? What was fear? It's hard to feel things that haven't happened, been defined, or even experienced.

Oh how weary and tired I am. I have seen so many countless (couldn't count anyway) fascinations to last me a lifetime. All conceived was of a new form and another focus. I had my entire life ahead of me and I had so very much to learn. My mommy would be there through it all so I could take anything. She knew so much in her goddess-like position. I wondered at her brilliance and knew of no other love except that which is whole hearted and fierce in its blessing. God had given me the most precious gift of all, life. Clarity of state of mind is at the foremost and whatever God had in store I would take on stolidly with kindness and light within my heart. I would follow my heart and not my head and let the feelings flow as I saw fit (all good and rewarding feelings that I have known in this day.) So much time to think about my ideas and dreams tomorrow and the next so I lay those ideas and dreams aside and closed my eyes to the world for the first time and found the strength for all to come in sleep.