When do we wake up? At what point do we rise from practically being unconscious to having memory?

Who are we?

My mother asked me to describe myself in three words, or so. I couldn't really get past creative and slow. [in my mind, I said fatter] And, honestly, I don't think I'm that creative, but I know I'm pretty slow- physically and mentally.

But, at what point in time do we become critical of ourselves? I don't remember being critical when I was five or really 7. I don't remember when I started comparing my stomach to other girls'. I do-- however-- remember being competitive with other kids in who would finish their tests/quiz's the fastest. I was last a lot. blerg. It really was a race back in elementary school, because grades really didn't matter.

Were We Ever Innocent?

Were we ever Innocent? Was it just for a split second and then the recycled air around us soiled it? We burst into the air that was shared by now trillions and landed into the doctor's or our parent's hands. That first touch or gasp for air was our moment of branding. Then we were carved into the walls of humanity. I am no different. Neither is anyone else. So, aren't we all the same? Innocent once, all at that same time in our mothers' stomach.

Aren't we all criminals at one point in our lives?