I was born in 1894 in Alexandria, first son to Fritz and Clara, and was in many respects an unremarkable child - with one significant exception: I suffered from a vile condition called cornu cutaneum, which enabled me to grow a large set of antlers on my head. My mother was a devout Catholic, and believing that I - like Moses - had received this as a Divine gift, forced me to grow them unchecked. I became a minor celebrity in Alexandria, and then again when we later moved to Bad Godesberg in Germany. However I soon became known as the Reindeer Boy at school and suffered terrible daily taunts and fights, often returning home with a bloodied nose. My mother finally relented at my pleas and had the antlers sawn off and regularly filed, but the taunts continued - until one fateful day.
It was break time like many others at school: I was surrounded by a group of heckling children, this time led by a large Yiddish boy called Itzhak. I ran at him in a blind fury, hands flailing, but he was too big for me, and soon had me pinned to the ground. However, I managed to wriggle an arm free, and with a violent swing hit him on the head, sending him flying backwards. He fell, unconscious, to the ground while the crowd watched on in stunned silence.
A dark-haired boy squeezed through the wall of children and offered me a hand. I took it gratefully and got up, brushing the dirt from my clothes. "Thank you," I said.
"That was finely done," he said, smirking. "The Jew boy had it coming." And then, shaking my hand vigorously, he said, "My name is Adolf."
I smiled at him shyly. "Rudolf. Rudolf Hess."