Where to start

The beginning of everyone's life is probably going to look similar to the end of everyone's life . In the fashion that you open your eyes to see life and close your eyes to leave life or someone closes them for you . Depending on if you're might be there to hold you,kiss you, and love you for the rest of your life on this planet. If not, then you have the pick of a million other things that could happen to you because of someone else's choices. Let's hope you find loving arms when you arrive with laughs and cuddles along the way . Depending on what happened after you opened your eyes for the first time may have an effect on the rest of your life ,yes, all the way from the beginning . This goes with everything that is born, hatched, or however else it decides to make its appearance. As for me, I made my appearance, and for the first year and half, I didn't know who greeted me on my way out . I suppose it was my mother or a family member of a sort. Maybe someone my mother didn't even know, perhaps a farmer, village man , the local meat man, or however maybe just her. In any sense, the story was told of me that the church people came out to pick up all the little babies that didn't get the hugs and kisses when they arrived. The priests,nuns, and church people collect all the ones left behind. I've always imagined being taken from a rich family that was loving, and she had no choice, but who knows, right, it's the beginning. We still have a long way to go on this adventure. You can't leave. We have so much to go through. Wait, wait, wait ,you have to turn the page and read the rest .Sit tight on this pity but long story of life, and all it has to bring up to this point. As a child and adult, I have always understood that my family here is not the one that created me in the beginning but only shaped me into who I am now . In some ways, it is good and in some ways bad, depending on the circumstances on what is going on around me. Growing up, I can remember a lot past a certain age, before that not so much just dreams or glimpses of certain things like the earliest memory is me sitting on a plane as a toddler looking down at the ocean with a male sitting next to me . I could see clouds and the window on the plane and then male sitting next to me . I saw that in my dreams before I was old enough to be told my parents that , that is exactly how I came over from India is as a year and a half with a male nurse over the ocean what a coincidence.