Dear Nitrogen Mom and Dad,
My
journey through the cycle of the life has been very chaotic. I started out in
the atmosphere where I was born. You raised me until I was about six weeks old.
Then that terrible night of the storm happened. I was the only one struck by
lightning that night and, because of that, I was transformed into a solid
quickly and traveled into the soil. I made friends and established a new home.
Then things got sticky because of the all the bacteria. It got so bad that it
turned me into gas once again, and I was heading back into the atmosphere. I
thought I was going home, but by that time, I was two years old, and you
decided to move on. I was so sad that I went and hid in the clouds. I
accidentally mixed with water and together we became rain. I fell into the
Atlantic Ocean, and again started a new life. I became very fond of a friend
named Oxy. We talked for what seemed like forever and we eventually drifted
into groundwater. Luckily, Oxy and I were still together. Then one night we were
sleeping and when I woke up I had dissolved into surface water. Oxy was gone. Ahhh!
I drifted through rivers and streams looking for him until I reached the
Pacific Ocean. It seemed familiar, but much warmer than the last Ocean. By this
time, it was my 5th birthday, and I felt different. Bacteria worked
its magic once again, and I was back in the atmosphere. I am writing from the
clouds awaiting my next journey. Hope to see you soon.
Love,
Nitro Jr.