When I was born, I was born. I don't remember any thing before that, and I don't remember a lot right after that....
Acceptance speaches.... In the culture I grew up in, and, I imagine, other cultures have some sort of Rite of Passage, and it was expected we give a Speach after we accomplished whatever symbolizes arriving at that milestone.... and I prepaired nothing for my speach ... I figured if I got that far I would just wing it.... and that was what I came up with on the spot. It captured my origin as well as most others.... Ignorant beginnings, if not Humble, followed by the obvious.
I have come up with better things on the spot other times, as I have the blessing (some who hear my jokes and puns would say curse) of a quick wit joined with the gift of no filter between my brain and my mouth, so often regret inevitably follows...and then huddles in the corner of my mind to pop up randomly later in life to remind me things could have gone better and failed miserably and embarrassed myself.
I have a quiet friend, one of those ones that when they do say something, you know it is bound to be well thought out. In a group of friends in a public venue, just in time for a lul of conversation, He pointed out to the whole room, that out in space somewhere there is a nebula of creamed corn that gets a little bit larger every time I make a pun or tell a joke.
I can only hope that in the following pages, not only do you find a laugh or two, but that everytime you laugh, snicker, or groan you know that there is a nebula of space corn that you are helping me to contribute to.