Why
I started life as a little molecule in my mums womb. I grew and became a child of life. When it was time I got kicked out of that warm place where I got fed all the time and I could sleep all the time if I wanted. It was really bright when I came out into the open and then I saw someone holding me in there hands. Then they looked at me, god! what a sight! I started to scream but they just kept making silly noises at me. Then they washed me and put me in this cage that I couldn't get out of. I get kicked out of some where nice and warm and get put into a bloody cage! Over time more and more people started sticking these ugly mugs in front of my face, I started to get used to the fact that not everybody can be beautiful. This woman started sticking things off her body into my mouth and then this warm stuff started coming out and it was quite tasty. Life carried on for a few years and I got bigger and bolder. I had to do what I was told when I was told to do it, or I got hit or shoute