Hermes 4

I had a very eventful first birthday. It involved stealing cows, sacrificing these cows to the Olympian Gods, being tried by these Gods for theft of large red cows, and inventing an instrument. I was busy. That day started as I was born in a cave tucked away and hidden from the outside world. It was cool and dark, and had an earthy smell. My mother's cave was not one of those damp, drippy-roofed caves, but rather was dry and warm. But the cave was boring. Staring at the stone walls all day didn't seem like a good use of my first day in this world, and so I went exploring. Outside, the landscape seemed so fresh and cheerful. I walked a ways, toddling through grass taller than myself, content to smell the new scents brought by a slow, refreshing breeze. The whole area was very nice, and was a nice first view of the world in which I eternally exist.