This is who I am

Can you present yourself? The effect is immediate. Heart pounding, hands sweating. Waiting my turn. It has been that way for as long as I can remember. Probably since I was first asked my name by a stone-faced giant in kindergarten. I was naked back then, and got burned. I quickly learned to suit up. My body though keeps telling the truth. He always remembers.

So here I am, writing this short story series. And you need to know who you are talking to, right?

Suit up. The older we get, the more formidable the uniform. Shining medals aplenty. You would like to know about mine…