We All Have a Back Pack

We were all born with one of these a back pack. When i was four years old, my mum walked out of the house and she left me. So to remember that day, i took it and i placed it inside of my back pack. And every now and again, when i was feeling sad or alone, i would pull that rock out and look at it. We have something else that we have in common. There was a certain race that took place roughly nine months before you entered the world. Scientists tell us that there was around a hundred to 300 million little contestants all lined up for the ultimate race, and there could be only one survivor. You on good is that.