When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten. ↗
I would not take for granted that my personal life - because I knew better than anybody - that it was just a life. It was surprisingly an ordinary life. ↗
By the time ordinary life asserted itself once more, I would feel I had already lived for a while in some other lifetime, that I had even taken over someone else's life. ↗