“What was I like when I was little?”
I knew the answer to the question already. After all, I had asked it plenty of times before, and the response was comfortingly consistent.
“Oh, you were a gentle baby.”
As a child, I found great reassurance knowing that even during the phase of life that infantile amnesia prevented me from remembering, I was a gentle person. I’m not sure why it was so important, but all my life I have embraced gentleness as a crucial part of my identity, and I wanted to know from my mother that I had always been sweet-natured. I wished it for myself, and for her. (more…)

