...before that I remember my first day in school.
I remember walking three steps for the first time, my mothers face, tears suppressed.
And before that, hardening hearts at the fire. The heat of the bonfire on our skins, warriors all, proud-chested, strong, as one. Feeling the heat sear our skin, harden our hearts like it hardens mud. A warrior who is blessed has a heart that is hard. Our hearts stone, we bless in turn our women and children.
Before that, I remember sleeping at a Pharaoh's feet. Being stroked, feline queen of granaries. Goddess. Guardian. Lazy Assassin.