A hint of anticipation of the coming day or night could not be suppressed. Yet to be overcome with anxiety would not do at all. I with difficulty forced these harmful thoughts from seeping in and overcoming my body and mind. I wondered if I'll sleep at all that night or day. Which ever it is I do not know, night or day. But I did, I slept soundly and comfortably as those nervous thoughts crept into my defenseless and unsuspecting mind.
             I awoke with my mind swarming with exhilaration. The adrenaline was flowing already. As the large hand reached down to grab me, I began to panic. My body began to go into shock and I could feel my heart pumping wildly. This giant monstrosity before me was huge. It could have crushed my fragile bones with out any difficulty. I had never been so frightened. The closer the monster got to me the more intense my heartbeat got. The faster my heart raced the more frightened I became. The sight and the thought of what it could do were just too horrid to bare. A sudden hit at the bottom of my body ran up my spine, at first the agony was a great deal. The pain was uncomfortable, but disappeared quickly, my lungs expanded, as I gasped for my first gulp of air. I raised my hand to my brow, wiping off the beads of sweat and fluids that saturated my face. As my fingers moved across my sensitive skin, I felt there was no escaping the blanket of rays.
             The monster lifted me without the littlest strain and put me in warm shoulders.
             2/25/85, the date I am born. After all little did I know this was a very odd place to start my life, a very strange place to be in. The Jomo Kenyatta international airport. This where the cycle begins, in an airport. I know I am later shifted to a hospital, which is probably a good idea after the trauma had gone through. However I am shifted due to premature birth and not the trauma which nobody would have experienced.
             I am sure this kind of trauma will probably be
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