I was born WAY too early and weighed only 1.3 pounds at birth. There's some minor difference between boys' and girls' immune system or something, so if I had been born a boy, I would have died. Very ironic, no? My parents have told me that I had to be hooked up to lots of machinery, and that every time they went to visit me in the hospital, something would start beeping and a nurse would run up and try and fix it. The first thing I saw of the world outside the hospital was a jousting performance (medieval knights; imagine something slightly similar to a renaissance fair, but with jousting and knights). The boy's names they had picked out for me were really stupid, so I'm glad I picked Elias. Still, I feel attached to my old name somewhat, as it is a very unusual name and I've never ever met anyone else with it. There are many named Elias, however...