It was warm and safe. Kind of wet.

I don't remember much of the experience. I was in Milwaukee at the time. I know I was safe, and everywhere I turned, there was this kind of mushy barrier. Food was pretty good, although it was mixed with a good deal of oxygen. I found it a bit difficult to communicate back then- kicking seemed to achieve the best results. And everything I heard sounded kind of muffled and hollow.

This was the only picture I could find of me at the time. You have to look real close though to see me. Not sure yet who the other two people are in the picture.

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Little did I expect the trauma I was about to receive...