When Consciousness became Me

[Infinite Tsukuyomi]

I figured I would finally share this.

For years I had this very particular memory of the moment I remember becoming aware of being a little boy and a self. I forgot this memory for many years but it reappeared a few months ago.

The scene is kitchen of the house I grew up in, I can see two doors, one leading to the basement and another the bathroom. Awareness is present, but it itself is nothing. Suddenly two little boys run into the frame and head quickly down the open door to the basement. The empty awareness zooms in on one of the boys as if it were to say "That one, that's me!". And ever since then I've been witnessing the story of that boy. 

I never mentioned this to anyone, as I had no way to describe it, and often forgot about except for random moments where I remembered. As I got older, and would remember, all I could think was "what was that?" In hindsight, now that I have had a quite a few awakenings, it was no self/no doer. Everything before that was simply disorganized memories such as my mother breaking my favorite red toy car, no continual sense of me-ness. I see myself as the ego was not yet completely established, the story wasn't stitching together or "making sense" until it did. That sense making process generated this coherent story.

Share, if anyone else happens to remember a similar moment, perhaps where your sane, coherent and solid feeling of self and other began.