I think that God gave me this gift as a reward for my determined behavior. All through life I had never change my goal, never went awry. I had always wanted to be a spider, nothing else. Teacher's found it strange that I would stray away from the generic answers, such as "a firefighter, a pilot, a doctor" when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. But it's only weird because thats the antithesis of what America is all about- conformity.

A fury torso, eight eyes and legs. Thats what I had woken up with. Was I disturbed? No. Was I shocked? No. This is what I had always wanted. This is what I had dreamed for.

Growing up my mother had given me the newest edition of Spiderman every month. As soon as she would come home with my newly acquired bounty, I would run upstairs, go under my covers and into a new world- the world of Spiderman, good versus evil.

This hobby quickly became a fetish. I craved this idealism, craved this alternate world. For my Halloween one year I got the spandex Spiderman suit I had always wanted. I wore that suit untill the latex strings began to shed and my undergarments were beggining to become visible. People laughed as they saw me, but I laughed back, internally, as I knew my future- my inevitable future.

The itsy-bitsy spider

Climbed up the water spout

Down came the rain

And washed the spider out

Out came the sun

And dried up all the rain

And the itsy-bitsy spider

Climbed up the spout again