It was the first eve of the first day of august. A mother was howling in pain, pushing with all her might, anticipating a new addition to the clan. Prayers roared through the heavens then Relief went through every one when the first cry of life was made by the infant. 

Yes, that infant was me,  I was born on August 1st 1997.
 Brown eyes, black hair, little fingers and a fragile frame. My mother held me in her arms as droplets of sweat fell from her face, as told by my father, they said I was cute and pink that my skin was soft and beautiful. They said I was the most loved grandchild because I was the eldest, which I believed is true.  

As a child I spent more time than I'm going to admit to wishing I was Hermione from Harry Potter. Yet despite of many hours spent perfecting the “swish and flick”; sadly I have to say that no magical ability has been forced out. 

Most of my times were spent on Disney movies and Princesses, magic and fairy tales, fantasy and myths believing that if you wish upon a star your wish will come true and that if you kiss a toad it may become your Prince Charming, which we all know will only give you a slimy lips and a bit of dissatisfaction. 
Though I must thank all those fantasies for because of them I developed an imagination that races to beyond the moon and back. It made me think that, as a child I can do anything.