I was watching an old family video of myself and I couldn't remember anything in it. But I was jumping around, full of energy. Hyper energy, actually.
Apparently, I was quite a hurricane of energy as a child and also extremely generous and kind, according to people I've been talking to.
Yet my own memory of myself is the opposite. I don't remember always hopping around. I just remember being places. I also have always believed that i was a greedy, selfish child. But apparently, no one else saw it that way.
More troubling, I'm not sure I even remember having opinions as a child. Surely I must have, yet I don't remember any of them.
It's like I spawned in as an adult with fragmented memories of my a childhood that doesn't reflect the video evidence and opinions of close family and adult friends.
What even are children? Are we even the same conscious being as ourselves as children? Can you REALLY remember being a child?