I first realize I am alive when the hammer first comes down on me. I look at myself through a mirror someone has put in front of me. I am glowing hot and the size of your hand. The hammer comes down again pounding me into a flat square of metal. Then the person that was hammering me leaves. I am left alone in the dark, cold room where the blacksmith does his work. It is a long night and in the morning I get bored. Then some while later the blacksmith comes back down and works on other pieces of metal. Then he puts me in a box with other metal squares and seals the box. It is dark for what seems like a lifetime, but then since I was only made yesterday it probably is. After what must be days there is a ripping noise. A finger of light streams down on us. Then blinding lights are above us as we slide out of the box. Then rough fingers are on me taking me up and out of that dark box and laying us in rows on the counter. Then he leaves us and starts unpacking another box.