Be that as it may, a sane mind can still - and rather quickly at that - penetrate all such prosaic thoughts and impediments and, once again, bring to one’s thoughts a clear, vivid, and detailed recollection that confirms the weird experience seemingly long forgotten. Whenever I attempt to accept the fact that I also experienced such an anomaly (which remains rationally inexplicable), I begin to feel a sense of unease, sometimes even downright horror.
I was hardly (if at all) aware I exist when I first experienced such an weird event. Barely born, my instincts defined when to get restless, when to smile, when to sleep,… when to let out a ‘nice’ cry protesting the lack of immediate attention either to myself or to my dippers. Without a doubt my biggest struggle was figuring out when my dippers would get changed. Like most any other baby’s, that’s what my world pretty much consisted of. Of course I don’t remember anything about it!
Continued in Part 2. . .