I went to visit my parents, and while they usually bust out some family photos to reminisce, this time, they announced that they had converted old VHS tapes to DVD so that we could watch them. It was so uncomfortable to watch. In part because I was, in these videos, roughly as mature as a kid would be for that age. But it's me, and I'm watching myself be a moronic two-year-old, an uninformed eight-year-old, a painfully awkward thirteen-year-old.
What's more, I was reminded of how I got to be who I am and how many of the mannerisms I had when I was a young child I still have as an adult.