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I open my eyes to the same white room, I try to move my arms yet I am restrained by the same three straps. I hear the same morning cries spewing through the air, Or is that just the pulsations under my hair? A man in white walked for my morning dosage, Having a smile of relief thinking about the easier days to come. For the first time in 30 years since I was held here, My time will come to a stop with this dot on my brain. The age of three years was the corner of my life, Fighting the dot made my eyes and mouth a freakin fright. Through the following years of my schooling, Children always diverged as I walked on the playground. Si

Prologue    "You can do it Chrone!" shouted a seven-year-old boy standing in a line along the fence of a play area within the school.      Chrone focused his attention on the kid who was the pitcher of the ball. The athletically-built seven-year-old boy lifted his right arm with the ball in hand and released it on the ground as fast as he could.    As the ball rolled towards Chrone in a curvature-like direction, he followed its movement up to the very last moment and kicked it high in the air. He began to run as the outfielders ran after the ball. The ball landed just about 2 inches away from the outfielder who went to retrieve the ball,