I always assume that my brain is structured in a way that at least 5% of people could relate to my general thought processes, but it turns out that some of my experiences of being a human are really just a “me” thing. I’ve often told myself that I’m just like everyone else, and that all of my personality traits are explainable by a mishmash of stereotypes and systemic influences. But I guess there’s more to it than that, and I’ve been selling myself a bit short.
So you imagined you were the child? Interesting.
No, I imagined I was the person watching the child, who was imagining that they were the child.
Wicked. Like when you dream you woke up from a sleep. That happend to me twice in a loop.