It has been three months since I was born, how I know these words I may never know, but I have no idea what my parents are saying all I hear is “&*%^&*^*(“ and no it’s bad words, I hope…. I just have no idea of what the language is and what words are…. this is more of a telepathic log of mine than my actual thoughts, or maybe I’m a second consciousness in this body that can’t actually communicate with the actual inhabitant of this body (the authors reason for not including the birth and including tiny details about it that he or she may not want to talk about *shiver*), my real thoughts go something like this….

“Mmmm food” “Ball !!!!!!!!” “I’m sleepy.” Yup thats pretty much it. But (unsurprisingly) one day was different. (obviously)

I heard a noise it was pretty there were words that went along with the sound, but I enjoyed the sound of the noise, it made me feel a sort of energy flowing through my body, it felt like a cloak of energy. I have no idea what gave me this feeling (stupid 3 month old). But it made me really happy and after listening to the noise and having this wonderful feeling, but trying to figure out what that feeling was made me confused

At times like this when I get confused I go and play with Mr. Balley Esquire. He’s this little blue ball that I’ve had as long as I can remember. I kept listening to the music while crawling around the room looking for Balley. I searched for what felt like forever when I finally gave up and thought that Balley was dead. I remembered Balley and all the good times we had. He was there when I started biting everything. He helped me come to terms with my confinement. I can still remember his small blue self. He fit in the palm of my hand and was the color of the sky that I could see through my window opposite my door. He was very bouncy leading to lots and lots of crawling. But he was gone I looked at my right hand where he always was, but he (almost Magically, hint hint) was their. I have Balley a hug and said “I love you” ( although it just sounded like goo goo goooo).

I was so happy that I had Balley I completely forgot about what I was confused over and started playing with Balley again.

Later that day Mom came in to see me playing with Balley. She was big like really big like almost as tall as Dad who was even bigger. She had long seafoam green hair and pointed ears. Her skin like Dad’s was a greenish brown. Her eyes were the most beautiful of all, they looked like they were brown at first, but if you looked closely you would notice that the color in her eyes was actually moving so fast that it only seemed brown. Today she was wearing a dress made out of giant leaves, and she was not wearing shoes. She walked over to me and smiled and picked me up. She carried me out of my room and to meet with Dad. Dad was really tall, even taller than Mom. He had short messy navy blue hair, greenish brown skin and pointed ears as well. He was wearing something brown on his chest and black cloth on his legs. When we arrived in the kitchen, Mom said something to Dad. Dad kept saying something with two words repeated a lot. Namely “George” and “Ball”.

Oh, Dad must want to meet Balley. I extended my hand and gave Balley to dad and said “His name is Balley, not Ball, and don’t drop him or he runs away.” (Still sounded like goo’s) Dad looked at Balley and said something to Mom that I (as usual) couldn’t understand. Mom then proceeded to give me a big hug and continued to say a lot of things to me in a really kind and excited way. A word I heard a lot was Mana. I tried saying the word “Maaaannnaaahhhh”. Mom said something really excited and hugged me to the point that I couldn’t breathe.