Prompt: Who Might Say This

Writing Challenge Day 10 of 30

I’m two years old, trapped in a miniature human’s body. Words are clearer in my mind than when spoken. I don’t think I would be able to understand the gibberish coming out of my mouth, but amazingly I’m surrounded by adults who do. I need to watch out that I don’t slip up and say a big word. But if I did, the adults would probably just think that I was mumbling nonsense.

Somehow, my memories seem to be intact. I wonder if being in a child’s body would give me super learning abilities. Regardless, this is my chance to start over and I’m coming in with a huge head start. Unfortunately, there isn’t a way to get too much of a head start on physical abilities. This kid has good genes though. Don’t screw this up Jason. Oh wait, that’s not my name anymore. I need to remember that I’m called Caleb now. Caleb, Caleb, Caleb…

I made a choice. I chose achievement over relationships. Relationships be damned. Thoughts that one person has about another person, if they don’t materialize into something new that’s is appreciated by and integrated into the aggregated human conscience, then what’s the point? Everything else just comes and goes and are a waste of being alive.

(“I’m two years old.”)