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I'm so glad I found this thread. I don't remember being in the womb, but I do remember being born, just this brief moment of darkness that shifted to the sort of red, like light coming through closed eyelids. And I remember thinking, "Finally."
Turns out, I was a month past due and had to be removed via C-section.
I don't remember anything after that point til I was about 3.
And then I had a pretty terrible childhood. I have no idea what pre-birth me was hoping for, or what my mission or desires were or if I had any past lives, but none of this life has seemed like something the me that I know would have been impatient to experience. I actually spent a good part of my life grumbling about how I never asked to be born.
But I do sometimes wonder if I did ask and it's all finally coming to something.
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