Why do elephants have such good memory? The answer is fairly simple. What all do they have to remember? Where to put the peanut after it's in their trunk? Where the watering hole is? Well, regardless, my memory is definitely not Dumbo-like, however, my earliest recollection, no matter how many years pass, will never be forgotten.
A little over 54 years ago I was having a pretty good day. Just me and my thumb as usual when suddenly I felt this tremendous force start to pull on my head. "What in the womb is going on here?!" I thought to myself. Next thing I know I'm being thrown out or should I say pushed out of my tiny, yet comfortable home. Some stranger who I had never seen before then grabs my head and pulls me out into this blinding light and then proceeds to hold me by my ankles upside down and whacks me on my little purple bum! "What did I do?!" "Was I not supposed to come out?!" Obviously, I started crying as it hurt like hell, but I was confused more than anything. I saw him then start cutting my food tube and tried desperately to tell him that I needed that! I'm not only in a foreign world, but now I'm going to starve as well! Next, he sticks this thing into my nose and my mouth and all the while I'm thinking is it ever going to end? Well, thankfully, things got better after that as my mom, who did absolutely nothing to prevent all this, then cradled me in her arms as I slowly fell asleep thinking that whatever happens to me after this day will never be as bad, or, so I thought, but I won't even go there!!!
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