One: Who am I ? Where did I come from ?
Two: You don't know who you are,how should I know ?
 

I then looked in the mirror and saw my reflection  this time ,the mirrors they say in fact were a look into our souls ,if that were true my mirror would have been crack years ago. 
 

I was then  born Namoren of America,born in the state of Florida,where at its best the sun would be like an enemy roasting down on us all from above,and even at night it was hot sometimes ,I was born and lived in a town unknown by most it was located by the Everglades and small as well.
 

Who I was ? Namoren was a name I only heard of

Twice in my life, I  encountered people that lived where I lived,the town was then too small, only four hundred people lived there..We never aged it seemed and always lived and stayed where we then to were we were a lonely group of people,sad it seemed mostly but true .

I was for the moment fourty.not old but not young any more either.It was not bad staying in one area most of your life living there as it were .

Me I kinda of like it,the quiet,the people I already knew,the town itself, I didn't want change,but one day on a hot summer day changed did come to this town of ours and it did happen you know . Change was here.

But was I ready for change ?

one shot idea ?