...we moved about every five years when I was a kid.  Moving can be a real ordeal for a kid, ...making new friends in a new culture and surroundings, not knowing the local cool slang, being an automatic lame sheep for the schoolyard wolf packs.

I remember the schoolyard the first year each time.  There were always groups of kids causing trouble.  There were the jocks, the project slimes, the hooligans, ...various packs of predators.

There was always one group that were the worse, too.  You remember them, they seemed to rise above all others in raising hell and havoc.  They were my enemies that first year.

Then, by the second or third year, I became their friends, ...my good friends.  I mean, they were doing all the cool stuff.  Raising hell and havoc, beating up the new kids.   Becoming a friend also meant a alliance that would keep me out of their sights.

By the fifth year, when it was time to move again, I realized just how much of good friends they were and had forgotten the original animosity.  It wasn't until later that I remembered these guys had started out as my enemies!

That happens a lot in life, not just to kids moving.  The timing of receiving this egg was incredible.