Jadis, si je me souviens bien, ma vie était un festin où s'ouvraient tous les coeurs, où tous les vins coulaient

Of all thoughts to share this tiny space with, when everything I have accomplished and endured has passed. As I reflect upon a life so rich, dark, sweet and triumphant, I think back to that cold December day. I could not have been but more than two years old. My father seemed so tall, my mother so beautiful, as they carried me through the cold and around a corner, the music growing and chasing the frost, I saw the lights of the carousel through the eyes of a child. The colors and animals, the mirrors and frenzy, the music and laughter. Paper tickets my first currency. This is was my earliest memory. Sweet and rich. And with it I tasted a love for this world. And as I look back on all of it now, all the giant robots I fought, the spaceships I piloted, the small countries I ruled with an iron fist, I can't help but remember the winter of 2006; that small moment in time when I first smiled upon this world and watched in amazement as it smiled back at me.