Steven King Neff
Everyone's story starts the same. It's the act of conception. Hard to picture your parents having sex isn't it?
Maybe a more clinical look will help.
Conception begins with the frantic winner-take-all race down the Fallopian tube. First one to the egg wins. I was lucky because in my case there wasn't much competition. You see my father was old. He was born in 1894 before cars, planes and floppy disks. He was fifty-six years old at the time that mom and him did that thing we can't seem to visualize. Think low sperm count.
So you see that while in most races there are literally millions of sperm racing down the tube, in my case not so many. I recall vaguely that there were only seven in my race and 3 of them were just spinning in circles. So I won an easy race and here I am...but that's just the start of my story and it does gets harder.