My conception appears to have been a joy from my parents. Possibly it was the first night in a series of nights of not being able to sleep and so it called for a celebration. Why wouldn't they have gotten any sleep you ask? It's simple. My elder sister and I are only ten and half months apart. We are practically twins.
Speaking of twin, my birth was not a steady birth for my mom and as such she found herself to be very weak in fact. Anyways during the pregnancy there was one instance where she lost a lot of... and in my defence, since no evidence is recorded at this time, it was all self defence. But back to the story, she expelled something along with alot of other stuff at one point. Could it be a twin that did not win a battle of the womb? Who knows really, but what is certain is that I survived and weighing only a mere 5 lbs. This is where my story begins...
So let's take this time to explain a few things about me. I am the second child of four from my mother and father. Born in Edmonton AB, I ws raised here for about a year until my father's job pulled us east to Ontario. Although most of my life's updates will be self exclaimed stories that I have and remember, from birth to age 2 I don't remember all that much. Much like most people do. So for this beginning I will provide stories that were told to me by my mother.
I got out of the crib before my elder sister and in fact I taught her how the escape was done. I appeared to develop a climbing ability that was unmatched by most my age. Though this skill was not perfected I was still clearly capable to utilise it to get around. Subsequently, one time I was getting a check up and the nurse informed the doctor that they might need to get social services. When my mother was confronted by the doctor and interrogated about the bruises that were enough to question my mom replied that they were self-inflicted. The nurse at this point speaks out and states that this no way it could because he is too young. Well let's just say most problems can be solved by evidence. Therefore my mom placed me on the floor of the doctor's office and I climbed things and fell off, then I would get up climb something else then fall off. Needless to say it's amazing I am still mobile and that I have brain cells. But come on really, if I didn't have either we wouldn't have RICH now.