I pushed my tiny little body through the soft rounded wall of the house I've known my whole life ---- my egg. My vision was blurry, it was difficult to find strength. I didn't know what I was doing at the time or why I was doing it but sometimes I wish I would've stayed in my little pod this whole time. I instead kept going, kept swimming, kept nudging the slimy sphere hoping just a crack would appear. Finally I used all I had. I broke free. I slowly floated down to a dark abyss. I flapped my little fins to try and hold myself up but I had previously wasted all my energy on breaking free from the confinement. I lay on something cold and hard, not warm and soft like my egg. It was sharp. I breathed fast, I felt as if water was going through my face. After a few minutes of pure nothingness I swerved my little body enough to try and push myself upward. I couldn't control myself very well. "What is going on? Where am I?" I wondered. I finally found a plant to rest on and from there I could see the rest of the activity near the top of my tank. Tons of little fish were breaking free from the jail they'd lived in. I saw two huge fish which I believed were my parents. "Okay. This makes sense now." I thought. "I must just be being born again." Before I was a Betta Fish I was a frog so the whole "being born" thing was pretty similar and nothing new to me. At this moment I had just remembered sitting on a Lily Pad feeling a bit unwell. Soon everything went black and then it occurred to me that I was born again.
