I was birthed approximately 30 years ago in the depths of the Black Forest. Slowly but surely I developed motor skills that allowed me to manoeuvre my now proportionately sized body autonomously. Speech followed soon after - I was turning into a real person.
Skip ahead 10 years and I was still that same person, albeit larger and in a new country - Oz. Not Dorothy's Oz or the Prison Drama "Oz", obviously. Instead of yellow brick roads and gang rapings, the Oz I speak of is girt by sea and full of animals that come default with a pocket.
There I stood, not an English word in my larynx. I hit the re-boot button in my brain and started from scratch. The first book I picked up with my grubby German hands was a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure book.
I'd never heard of this phenomenon and read the bastard straight through from cover to cover. Needless to say, I was self-diagnosed with Dyslexia and Asperger's Syndrome as a result.
However, my "never-say-die" attitude (which is probably more of a survival instinct rather than a personality trait) saw me through these tough times and I emerged a better person for it.... no, better's not the word.... bilingual!
With the language barrier well and truly behind me, I could finally focus on my personality. It's a work in progress, but on a scale of 1 to 10 I'm currently peaking at 6.3 recurring. Part of this "personality" leads me (and you, respectively) to this digital web page, for after I made my own body move, I thought to my self "What else can I move?". A very abstract question, yes, but one that found an answer in the wonderful world of animation (or as a friend tried to patent it, "Move-O-Vision").
That's about it so far.... (shit house?)