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Sometimes I feel unreal. I feel like I just landed here, in my body, that I just fell down from the sky. I look at my hands, turning them, and I feel like the real me is completely separate from my body, just residing within it.
The first time I became conscious of my body, of the whole me, actually, was around the age of five. I was at my grandparents' house with my mother, father, and sister Nina. I was racing on all four back and forth the kitchen floor, and then it hit me. I was me, I was Anna, and existed and was five years old. Amazing! Exitedly I explained this to mom and grandma, but to this day I do not know if they really understood what I meant and how I felt. They just smiled. Probably in their minds they were multiplying my age by x to reach their own ages, which of course were a lot more impressive in their eyes.