First time Bloomer.

The first thing I remembered was light, a crackle of, which was
suddenly there, although in a distance. It was out of my reach and I
saw barely a shimmer of it. As time went by the shimmer grew, sometimes
sudden jerks would enlargen the gap, letting more gleaming light stream
in. Then one day after a storm there was a final crackle, then I lost
balance and started to fall. I kept hitting things I could as yet not
understand on my way down, they felt hard and I felt bruised and
dented, unable to move when I finally hit ground, which presented
itself soft and moist. I sat there for a while, shaken from the fall,
shaken from the first moment I had left my shell. The light was not as
bright as it had seemed earlier, the source had expanded but its
intensity lessened. I don't know how long I was down there before I
felt movement close by. Just moments later I was trampled on, careless
by a squealing monster reeking a vile odour, I must have lost
consciousness during this and when I finally came through it was dark
and I lay buried deep barely able to breath, trying to stretch beyond
my confinement.
The urge lasted, I kept on pushing upward, towards where I suspected
light to be, aching for the fresh breeze I had briefly tasted. Sometime
later I could feel something burst, I was afraid when I first felt it,
but it was like loosening a too tight belt and from then on I started
to shoot up, felt unstoppable in fact. Once I saw the light again my
complexion changed, I felt strong and healthy, looking up in wonderment
at those stood around me, most whispered and smiled from time to time,
conveying the wisdom they had picked up in their long live's. I felt a
certain pride to be associated with them and believe that they too
looked at me with encouragement. So I grew, a little every day although
often too little to see with the naked eye I still knew I was getting
taller. There were moments of despair however I clearly remember the
time I was ravaged by some beasts, almost torn to pieces, bent and
disrespected and all along I screamed in silence, yet they didn't seem
to hear. I was still little then, and wondered whether this was to be
the end or whether I would make it through and grow strong again, even
stronger than I had been before.
I healed, it was touch and go for a while, but in the end I came
through, tougher if slightly disfigured. A strange bump had formed just
above ground, on my left side. I had a sense of left and right front
and behind even if an outsider may find it hard to see me that same
way. Many winters passed and I grew tall, some who stood and admired my
size and strength, thought me bigger than average and a prime example.
The days a small rodent or larger pig would do me any harm were long
gone, but as yet I had failed to produce flowers or fruit. It was then
that I realised that I had been missing something inherent to most
others around me and although that in itself was not overly strange I
started to notice the talk which had spread.
With little else than growing further to do, I thought the problem
over, putting it down to the trauma I had endured in my early
years.
It was spring, perhaps the later half of April when I could feel them
sprout, high above ground they started popping from beneath the bark
tiny buds that send shivers through the rest of me before turning into
small white blossoms who would bear fruit in the near future. I can not
express the excitement I felt by what nature presented me with this
first time, but it was repeated many times over for as long as I can
think. Even now as I stand old and scared from the many seasons I saw,
not bearing as many blossoms as in my heydays, the excitement of that
first blossom indicating another cycle of life to start remains the
same.