Written for my intro to lit class:
"Discuss a defining moment in your life."
I believe that the highest, most defining moment in my life thus far was my birth. Before birth, I was first a rather insignificant ovum traveling through the Fallopian tubes as best I knew how with no potential twins alongside me. Before I knew it, I was dividing and multiplying to a zygote, then a blastocyst, caught in a rapidly-moving (yet mundane) set of changes to become a full-grown fetus.
Months passed. In my room, I pondered my life: what was I? A leech on a leash. I thought back to my ovarian days when I had grand hopes for the world, and grew sad at how stagnant I'd become as I was unable to break through the glass ceiling to get ahead in life. I idly turned somersaults, amusing myself until--the ceiling broke for me! Hours later (it seemed like days), I was past the glass ceiling into a completely and utterly terrifying world of noise, light, and probing rubber gloves.
"Is this what we strive for in life?" I tried to ask rhetorically, but to my surprise I felt cold, crisp fluid pouring down my throat into the middle of my chest and I let forth what can only be described as a shrill, wretched scream in my state of shock and confusion. Once the initial shock wore off and I was accustomed to this apparently natural occurrence happening in my torso, I had time to think properly. Here I was now in a new world, growing accustomed to their culture, breathing their atmosphere successfully, dining on what certainly was the best succulence these people had to offer.
I was no longer a leech--I was somebody.
© Zola Kathryn 4/10/2009-infinity
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