The Day I Became Here

I guess I should say about time now. The day I became here was when I found the dirt in my mouth. Sometimes I get stories in my head from the beforetime like Grammy or the Man with the Gloves but most of the beforetime has gone fuzzy and when I try to member it I also get the terrible headpain. I don’t know if Grammy is still real but I guess I have to think so or I get too sad. I just wisht I wasn’t alone or that someboby could tell me why.