FusionKnight
It's not my fault!
Well?
That's not nice.I tried to claw myself out of my mother.
This would indicate that our brain is developed sufficiently to allow the storing of memories when we are inside our mother's womb. Nice.Ummm Did you know we all access our memories of the Womb every time we fall asleep? It is a feature of the Hypnagogic Mental state (see Wiki). There was a fad a few decades back that involved "Womb" therapy, and I guess there was something of a revival of that therapy a few years back. There is a wide variety of 'experiences' available thru manipulation of the usually unconscious process of falling asleep (returning to Womb). Many of the Eastern philosophies are quite focused on re-capturing various and sundry infantile mental states, for example the NIDRA YOGA
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoga_Nidra
Anyway, I just remember being weightless and comfortable, until those aliens in masks at the hospital abducted Me from my Mother's Womb...
His true home, I think.Who are ya pointing the finger at, Noddy?
This would indicate that our brain is developed sufficiently to allow the storing of memories when we are inside our mother's womb. Nice.
Someone could argue that you have fabricated memories to take the place of those which are absent.Yes, but the 'experts' say that is impossible. We are not supposed to have that capacity for long-term memory until the age of 3-4 years old. Yet my memories extend all the way back. So, like, piss on the experts...
Although that does raise an interesting metaphysical dilemma. Should it ever be proven that memory can not exist until certain brain parts mature, where are those memories being stored, if not In the brain...?
Someone could argue that you have fabricated memories to take the place of those which are absent.
Is your recollection of the age accurate? Plus, is it possible that someone shared this story of when you were very young and you formed realistic visual images of it via your imagination?That is true. And of course, I can not prove my case. However, I have always had these memories. Of course after 50 years they are spotty. For example, I remember, how at the age of 14 months, I figured out how to steal my little sister's bottle and not get caught..
EDIT: actually, eventually I did get caught. My parents began to suspect me, so they started giving my little sister a different color of baby bottle. So one day they found me with a full pink-colored bottle in my mouth and an empty blue-colored bottle in my sister's crib...
Who are ya pointing the finger at, Noddy?