I grew up in a box and lived in some unpronouncable place in Mexico. I then moved to the states to achieve the life I always wanted. Soon I landed a job in a lime factory where we packaged limes and juice them. I then continued to live with my $3.50 an hour pay until the most life changing event happen to me. On May 23, 1997, Medicare wanted to get rid of the Gerber company once and for all. They decided to place a hit on the Gerber Baby hoping that the company will go down soon after. I was on the corner of 4th and main across the Gerber Company's front entrance selling fresh plump limes. Kinda bored, I was observing the people walking around the block. I noticed two large gentlemen exiting the main entrance of the Gerber company with a Small Baby crawling just behind. A limo arrives and as the driver gets out to open the door, a red dot appears on the ground next to the baby. It quickly jumps onto the torso of this infant. WIth no time to think, I rolled with my instincts. Bang! As the sound reverberated through the street, I ran my ass back to Mexico and joined the navy.