Strangers with memories

When I was young enough, I thought to myself many times: One day, I will tell my children about my memories from when I was their age. Sort of like How I Met Your Mother kind of thing. I might probably end up telling them the way I met their father but what I would most be excited to tell them about is how I grew up to be the person I am now. I may be a different Axelia as I was when middle school or in high school or in my 20s but it is a beautiful thing to remember those things to them and to show them I was not that different than them at their age.