How I saw the lights of this world

One day mum and dad had nothing better to do so they decided to ...create me. 
Very wise decision indeed. The world must be happy to have me!:)
Some wise or crazy theories( call them as you wish), ofcourse created by those who have time to waste, say that children choose the family before even being born. So my spirit , after wondering ages and ages somewhere between dreams and parallel universes, decided to take a break and ...puff, here I am. Standing in front of my overheated laptop on a rainy saturday, with nothing better to do while the love of my life breaks the keyboard with World of Warcraft.
Some other crazy stories say that in this beautiful world there is a big beautiful bird , with long legs and gracious neck, who , when has some time to waste, puts a sweet child in the bag and drops this little treasure straight in the arms of a lovely lady ...probably this is how I got my sisters.
But, I am  not 5 anymore. So I choose the first crazy story , the one with 'my parents had nothing better to do' 
No matter how much I struggle, no matter how much I squeeze my brain, my memory refuses to tell me what I saw first when I was out...but I tend to think it was a bright light at the end of the darkest tunnel (sounds familliar?:) Shinning in my face, probably like this: