November 22nd 1992
Damien
That was the name bestowed upon me
A name meaning to subdue or bring under control
I never did learn how to control myself

My first memory of consciousness
It was an autumn morning
The November breeze blows
It had already started to get cold
I was playing in the leaves
My mother watching from afar
I smile at her and she smiles back
I remember thinking
'Am I alive?'
This is one of my few memories of childhood

I didn't have a bad childhood
From what I can remember.
The warmth of my mother's smiling face
The days that I can remember were mostly good ones