Today, a woman that looked oddly familiar came up to me and my friends and asked for directions. I told her where to go and she thanked me. Then she asked me if I was the girl who went to kindergarten near the local supermarket and if my name wasn't this and this.
Turns out I went to kindergarten with her daughter. This woman hasn't seen me since I was five years old and still remembers me. I don't know if I should feel flattered because she remembers me or offended that i apparently haven't changed that much since I was five.