I was born, just like every other child, by being brought into this world by skillful hands and keen minds.
But I was different. When I was born I didn't scream, I didn't holler, but I watched.
I knew what was happening. I knew why the doctors were curious about me.
I knew what was going to happen to me, how I would live and die. 
I knew, because I remembered.

I was a talented youth, according to my parents.
I was walking by the age of two months and talking by the age of one month. 
I would have started earlier, but my vocal chords weren't fully developed.
I was working on my college courses by the time I should have been starting kindergarten. 
My parents were always worrying that I was too young to be doing so much complicated things, but that didn't stop me.
I just kept going like a laser through my courses, never taking a break because I knew what lay ahead. 
I remembered.

My earliest memory is far beyond what anyone should know.
I know this now because I had tried sharing my memories, but that had brought about unspeakable chaos. 
I have learned that my memories, like everyone else's, are mine. 
They are not meant to be shared, but I show my memories rather than tell about them. 
My schooling, as you already know, is a waist of time. 
I can read the encyclopedia in a library and retain the information for an eternity, but I have to have some amount of schooling by law. 
It is not hard to get that over with though.
In one year, I finished all I had to take, and after that I started on my true calling.

Everybody is born for a reason although not many know what that reason may be until their lives are over with. Unlike most people though, I have had at least a dozen life times to figure out my meaning.
I could tell you, but I believe that it might be more fun to let you guess what my meaning is.

Well, now that you know what my secret is, I may as well tell you a couple of stories. 
The first one I will tell you should be my earliest, but that memory is my memory so I will tell you the earliest I can. 
Now I will remind you that these memories that I share are unimportant so as not to cause as much chaos as I did last time.

The year was, well, there wasn't any real year number so I'll just skip that part. 
My clan was a small one, just me my mother father brother and sister. 
They were mostly identical except the females had, well I'll let your imagination fill that one in. 
I was different of course. 
I had blue eyes and blond hair. 
My parents thought that I was something to be feared, so they tried to leave me behind, but I kept up by crawling as fast as I could. 
When you were as young as I was then, you need people to help you. 
I wasn't  exactly he strongest at that point. 
I could barely crawl, but I got stronger.