Who are we?

Was listening to some people talking about how you were as a child, and how true it is that you end up as an adult like that. Made me think about when I was about 5 years old.

When I was born my parents had a 2 room flat. At the time it was the world for me, but I reckon in hindsight it was about 50 m2. A long corridor/hallway when you got in, a bedroom to the right, a bathroom to the left as well as a walk-in closet. Sounds glamourous, but as I remember it was the only storage we had. Then a living room and a tiny kitchen.

Also a small balcony, and when my parents put a plate of porridge out there, I believed that Santa Claus was climbing up to eat it until I was 7. The innocence before internet...

Anyway, the point was that when I was about 5, my Mum was downstairs outside the house hanging the wash or similar. I was left alone in the flat, and wanted to tell my Mum something. So climbed up the kitchen shelf and managed to open the window to shout to Mum whatever it was I wanted to tell her. We lived on the 5th floor.

She told me later she practically flew up the stairs, so afraid I was gonna fall down.

Then I never understood what all the fuss was about. Now when I'm older (and wiser I'd like to think) and have developed a fright of height, I can totally understand her.

But I can still relate to the feeling of taking the chance, even if the risk-taking nowadays have moved away from heights.

So we show very early in life who we are. Was the point.