13 Years of everything

13 years ago, I was born. I remember nothing. I was a bluish lump of the universe.

Why was I blue and not pink?

The cord. Wrapped around my neck not once, not twice, but FOUR times.

I couldn’t breathe.

The doctors tried to get me to breathe, but I just couldn’t. And the whole time, my mother was trying to see me,  to hold me, to love me.

Twenty minutes later, I took my first breath.

It was beautiful. Of course, I remember nothing.

13 years later, here I am, writing this blog. 13 years of Asperger’s, My Little Pony, Pokemon, Doctor Who, and dinosaurs.

Eeeup, my life has been fantastic.

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