Back to when I shared a single room with my two siblings, and a bed with my older sister in the apartment above the bar, I would lie in bed and think. I would think about how my parents timed my bedtime to my age and I would wonder if next year, my bedtime would be delayed another hour. I thought about this and I thought about the movie Jurassic Park. I would keep my eyes open completely to absorb all the light in the room until everything would go black and my eyes could not help me anymore. I would lie with the front of my body facing the wall on the furthest side of the bed as a precaution. At any moment, I would expect a Tyrannosaurus-Rex to bust his head through the wall and try to eat me like in the video game. And then my thoughts would carry on and I would think about how many times I’ve moved and how much I’ve lived. I would think about myself dying and I thought I could do it. I was prepared for death because I would think about the all the memories I had experienced and I would think - surely if I were to live double of what I had already lived, then I would be a very lucky person. I would think about this and I was eight.