9 months in here. I hear the blood rush past me and feel the warmth from each heartbeat. The one I call mother puts her hand on her stomach, I kick to let her know I’m ready. Another kick and I break it, water drains from beneath me and she freaks knowing I’m her first. She yells, calling my father, he runs for the preparations for me. The pressure increases, the walls get tighter and I’m getting claustrophobic. It gets bouncy, really bouncy, and then smoothens out and the noise raises with voices I don’t recognize. The voices soon dim down to two that I recognize and three that I don’t. My mother tenses then I hear one word before I move down. A loud ringing is still in my ears, for my mother won’t quiet down. In between the noises, thoughts race through my mind, am I ready to be born into a world of fools? Will I stay alive? Moving closer and closer I feel a chill, first from the air then from a touch, am I out? A blinding light and a shock of pain with my first breath. I open my eyes to see my mother still in pain. I didn’t realize I wasn’t alone in there.