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mugaliens
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This is going to sound a bit weird to some, but perhaps not so much to others.
I haven't a clue as to when I "first" became self-aware. I have memories dating back to age 0. They're as real and surprising as the expression on my Mom's face when I describe the room in which my diaper was changed, and as we only lived there for the first three weeks of my life...
Life just is. I've forgotten nothing. I am perplexed when friends tell me they can't recall anything earlier than third grade. My son can't recall his years in Korea, yet he was the same age I was when I was in Italy, and I remember everything, including looking at Mt. Vesuvius, over the bay, including riding tricyles (green and red) with my brother, rubbing my head on the carpet, loosing "doggie" out the window of one of my mom's friend's apartments, spending time with my parent's friends whom I haven't seen in 47 years.
I have tons of pics of his time in Korea, but he simply shrugs.
It's all there. Everything. All the way back to, well, you know what. I still recognize the doctor, and years later, I even knew his name. I'm not sure what's up with that, but it is what it is. (shrugs)
I know I'm not the only one who remembers our birthing experience, as I've had discussions with several others.
I'm curious to hear about your own earliest memories.
I haven't a clue as to when I "first" became self-aware. I have memories dating back to age 0. They're as real and surprising as the expression on my Mom's face when I describe the room in which my diaper was changed, and as we only lived there for the first three weeks of my life...
Life just is. I've forgotten nothing. I am perplexed when friends tell me they can't recall anything earlier than third grade. My son can't recall his years in Korea, yet he was the same age I was when I was in Italy, and I remember everything, including looking at Mt. Vesuvius, over the bay, including riding tricyles (green and red) with my brother, rubbing my head on the carpet, loosing "doggie" out the window of one of my mom's friend's apartments, spending time with my parent's friends whom I haven't seen in 47 years.
I have tons of pics of his time in Korea, but he simply shrugs.
It's all there. Everything. All the way back to, well, you know what. I still recognize the doctor, and years later, I even knew his name. I'm not sure what's up with that, but it is what it is. (shrugs)
I know I'm not the only one who remembers our birthing experience, as I've had discussions with several others.
I'm curious to hear about your own earliest memories.