Then, as they say, something happened.

A bumblebee flew into my vision.

And not just any old bumble; this one was my very first memory.

He was the beginning of a new kind of life for me, a life that had grown so far away from the womb and so big, it could now store and transport my past, which meant I could look at my past whenever I liked.

From then on, for better or worse, I would be accompanied by all the Dans I’d been before.