On my 13th birthday, my family gathered around for a celebration of thankfulness to the gods for allowing me to live.  Early that morning, I woke and smelled the cooked meats.  My mother told me 5 deer, 2 calves, and 30 fish roasted over an open fire for our family feast.  Roasted grains, eggs, fresh vegetables, honey, and pomegranates rounded out the meal.  As the time approached for our family to gather, I remember seeing a sliver of sun peaking through the clouds and descending on small part of Uruk I stood upon.  Perhaps this is a sign from the gods of things to come, I thought to myself that midday.  Perhaps  things are changing for me.