Im the same way.
Its apparently rare.
I remember not being able to reach the door handle to open doors.
I remember crawling being my preferred mode of transportation.
I remember chicken pox (later learned I was 3) and the excruciating and shooting pain from picking them off. They itched so bad and I suffered and cried and my mom was beside herself trying to comfort me.
I remember standing on my tippe toes to reach high enough over the porcelain toilet to pee and make it in.
My earliest memory was probably about 9 months. Because it involved me not having any teeth and my relationship to food and eating.
Yea, it felt really good to crawl.
That first sensation of mobility when things at a distance became significant and real because they could be reached. Very few of us achieve that excitement of potential ever again.
For me it was the realization that the harder I slammed my knees down the faster I could move. It felt good to slam my knees down. I remember how flexible I was and that my hips had a huge range of motion.
I remember not having teeth and folding my tongue back on itself. I was convinced that I had two tongues.
This is the land of the living. Never be my friend
What are you going off about?
I guess nothing.
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