My life as a kid is weird, I can't tell how many days or weeks passed since I was born. I tried to count days based on my napping cycle. It worked for a few days, and then it all went to shit I mean, literally as I was unable to sleep due to my dirty diapers, and my sleep cycle was ruined.
I wake up and start to cry, drink to my fill, and sleep until I feel my diaper wet and heavy, after which I start to cry again. I always felt tired as the small body of a child was still developing, and all the nourishment went towards my body development, and I didn't have any extra energy to try to do anything else, so I let my instinct take care of my bodily needs.
I was able to control my body a little after a few months. I didn't know how long it took me to start to take control of my body enough so I could start to crawl. My parents were very surprised and happy to see that I was able to start crawling so soon.
I found that I was just three months old now. They were very happy to see that I was able to learn to do that so fast, and like all loving parents, they called me their little genius. I was bored, I mean, what does a three - four-month newborn have other than rolling around in his bed and playing with his toys?
I have a Captain American actor figure, some toy cars, and some plusses. My dad, whose name was still unknown to me as they called each other Mom and Dad at home, and I played for a few hours every day when he got back from work. My Mom was a smart and beautiful-looking housewife. She will put me down on the ground where she was able to see me from the kitchen even when she was doing her chores.
Everything I felt was that she was not looking at me or when I was out of the site of my parents, I would try to reach the living room for the daily newspaper or to the TV remote so I can find a news channel to find which timeline was I in.
My efforts were always a failure as my mother would suddenly pick me up and put me in back the spot I was in so she could keep an eye on me.
Due to my recent actions, all the sharp corners and walls of the house were padded, so I didn't get hurt when crawling in the house. I was finally successful in finding the year in which I was born and which year and month this was. It was the 18th of December 1991, and the news showed how the famous scientist, investor, and Billionaire Businessman Howard Stark and his wife Meria Stark died last night in a car accident.
After I heard the news, I was sad and happy at the same time. I was happy as the snap would happen in my thirties, and I had a lot of time to make a plan and consider my actions, and I was sad for Tony as he wouldn't know the true reason for the death of his parents until the Avengers Civil Wars plot. After a few minutes of silent contemplating, I come out of my thinking pose after hearing the clicking sound of a camera and a flash. My Mom has one of those handheld cameras which needs images to develop from the negatives.
From the day I started crawling my Mom keeps that camera close to arm's reach so that she can catch me and take pictures when I make cute faces or start trying to stand or speak. She also somehow finds me in my thinking pose all the time.
It has been a few days and it was Christmas Eve I and my parents were sitting in our living room watching TV together. I was watching Tom and Jerry and my father was talking about his work with my Mom and asked him when he can have
a long holiday. I was watching TV and playing with my toy cars when I slipped and my head banged on the floor which make me shout "shit" on reflex after which the whole room when quit and it felt like the air in the room felt heavy.
Even as a baby, I can feel Sweat rolling down my back, I looked back my neck turning like a rigid robot. I saw my mother giving my Dad a deadly glare that said you are done. After a while of glaring at my dad who was now sweating buckets, she turned her focus toward me. She gave me a beautiful smile but for some reason, I felt even more scared.
She picked me up and sat me down on her lap. She gently pinched my cheeks and started talking with a sweet voice. Baby, you should forget about that word from now on, and don't copy your father when he is angry, is that ok. She squeezed my cheeks a bit harder and I nodded on instinct. She smiled and then started to pester me to say, Mom and Dad.
We celebrate my first Christmas and I got a baby cycle. I was so excited I tried to stand and was able to walk for a few steps before I started to Wable and my mom caught me. It has been a few months and it was February now and I found my first birthday was coming. I waited in anticipation for my birthday. I started speaking in broken Sentences as my new vocal cords were unable to speak fluidly. It was the 16th of February and today was my birthday I found out about it when I woke up and saw my room fully decorated. My parents had Micky and Jerry balloons in their hands and birthday caps on their heads. As soon as I woke up they started to sing the birthday song. I also came to know my full name because of the song. My full name was Ray White.
Time Skip
I am Four years old now and my birthday was about to come in a few days as it was the 3rd of February of the year 1996. I was sent to a nearby kindergarten at the age of two where I made many friends. Due to my adult brain, I was smarter than others my age and learned everything. I was then admitted to an elementary school near our home to study further. My parents always believed me to be a genius. Sometimes it made for funny bickering between my parents when they started comparing their ancestors and comparing whose genes were better.
It was eleven fifty-nine PM on 15th February and just as the clock hit midnight I heard three sounds simultaneously two were from my parents and the last one was heard in my mind. I finally got my system, I feel a bit safer now since I have a system, and I can finally start making plans and getting stronger so I can survive in this world as I don't want to get snapped away in the future.