the fucked thing about memory is that you don't recontextualize it. when i first saw grand theft auto 3 i thought "damn......... this looks amazing." now i know that it looked like Dog Ass, i know that even then we were capable of better and more immersive experiences. if i play it now, i go "wow... dog ass" but if i think back on the memories of seeing it for the first time, when i played it for an hour on my friends ps2 (which i couldn't afford for myself) after installing a modchip for him, it's still amazing.
i am here. but i am also there, simultaneously. that's not a different person, yet the memories only exist without the 23 years of knowledge that came after them. when i think back to them, i become the person i was. so i don't feel like it's a different person. but in every single way that matters, it was
talked to my mom on the phone. her mom remembered riding a horse to town. she remembered the horse getting scared when cars started showing up. she also remembered getting on a 787