When I was 5 or 6 years old, I walked from our living room into our kitchen where my mother was standing at the sink. I clearly remember walking in there to tell her this one thing, because it seemed like such an fundamental thing to have realized.
I said to her "life is only memories, really, isn't it?" - or something to that effect - my memory isn't so great that I can remember the exact words. I remember thinking that the present moment is so fleeting that what we experience is really only memories.
Kind of makes sense that this epiphany about memories is such a strong memory for me now - and my parents still remember it, too.
At the time, I didn't think much about it. I thought all 5 or 6 year olds came to the same realization.
40 years later, I know that not everyone would even come to that realization in their lifetime. I know that a lot of people don't even consider thinking on that level. And I now know that I've been a deep thinker from a young age.
Doesn't make me better or worse than anyone else - just one of those people who thinks about things a certain way.
But I can't imagine how shocked my parents must have been when I said that to my Mom.