Here I was, comfortable and kicking in some cocoon-like thing, and suddenly these wicked pulling and pushing sensations started all around me. Next thing I know, it’s bright and cold and -- I don’t make any excuses for my behavior -- I was crying my head off.

Anyway, after a quick wipedown, I was laid on top of “Mom, ” or so they called her. She was warm and I could recognize her voice, which was nice.

Anyway, I’m Davey -- or David William Twigg -- and this is my website.