Humans are the only animals who tell themselves the stories of their own lives
This afternoon, as I was driving my five year old around, the subject of her not being able to remember things from when she was a baby came up. She didn’t seem freaked out by this. She discussed it in a very even-keel manner, asking me to tell her things about her infancy that she’s not able to recall. I know that the fact that I wasn’t able to remember almost half of my entire life filled me with anxiety and dread when I was her age. Perhaps she’s better adjusted than I was.