Survival of the Fittest.

I remember the nightmare of living in this delusion. Every night I tried to walk across the pillars. I was afraid and I fell in over and over, night after night. I saw David, as he moved skilfully and unafraid. I had to be the stronger child. I always had to win. I was not as big as the others and no matter what I was given, I always seemed to need more than what I got. I was a winner, before I could even tie my shoe. I found myself alone and split my mind in two. I sorted the cards and I counted the pieces. I was blank as a wall. I left time behind and I sorted, it all. Marbles and pennies, books, and papers and strings, who would have thought you could make a such a mess by sorting things. The competition was fierce, but who would complain, when I was the only one playing the game? The rules may vary, but I learn very fast. By the second game I am better than before, so good they don't want to play anymore...