Mikeyavelli wrote:
Baloney, I have memories of my fetal days. I went up to 8 pounds and started to worry about getting out. It was cramped, but nice. I felt the pats and pushes, and wanted to know who was behind all those voices.
My first memories did not come until I was about 3 years old. I remember looking out a window and seeing a big red barn. That is my Big Bang Moment. Until then the Universe did not exist. I was way backward compared to you, but then my big brother who used to beat me up always said I was slow. At 3, I was too big to go back into the womb. Of course there was always some new kid in there waiting to come out. In the 1950s they sure knew how to crank em out.