I remember my childhood memories. They all seem like unreal scenarios that my mind makes up with strong emotional ties to. I want to relive them. I can imagine them perfectly in my head. I try and remember how I used to think back then, and how different I think now. I can only relate to my most recent personality, which I feel has always been me, the nineteen year old, but my consciousness remains itself, forever changing in a volatile imaginary plane, creating itself. The ability for it to look back and think on how it used to be astounds me. Me. Who am I? Am I not the consciousness I am talking about and referring to?