What's the thing no one believes you can actually remember?

Hmmmm.  I remember being in a cot (not mine) with some of sort silvery things hanging from strings hanging from the ceiling.  Someone who I suspect was dad getting me of the cot and and taking me down some spiral stairs.  If I was in a cot i'm assuming I was pretty young.  The person who suspects this may not be true is me.  It feels that this is a false memory.  It's something I doubt i'd ever be in a position to distinguish the truth from a dream.

Using the following template as a jumping-off point, write about a lesson you learned or an insight you gained. At the time, I felt/thought/acted ___________. Now I see/understand/admit that ____________.

At the time, I felt a little trapped.  I guess we'd driven about three thousands miles together in a very small crammed car.  We were driving to Mongolia and I we'd probably got as far as Russia when cracks began to appear.  With the route we were taking there were still around seven and a half thousand to go.  It's safe to assume that neither of us were enjoying the trip at that point in time.  It wasn't really about each other so much as that we both wanted different things.  One of us wanted to travel very much in a convoy and the other wanted to break free and travel along - or at least with perhaps one other car.  I wanted to break free.  For me this was so obvious.  The more people you travel with the more tied you were to the slowest people in the group.  Your timetable was totally dictated by other people.  Was this trip not as much about adventure as it was freedom to travel unhindered?  Sure, I took his point that at some point further on we'd be getting to some places where safety in numbers made since but...  Well, it seemed a while off and a couple of cars felt safe enough for me.  We trekked on (slowly) and just spoke less.  It resolved itself when my co-drive decided to fly home in middle of Kyrgyzstan.  I felt bother relieve and guilty.  It would have been nice both to get to the finish line.   Now I see that when embarking on such an adventure the most important thing to have the same mindset with what you want to get out it.

What year was your year of maximum coolness?

You don't know me, right?  Cool?  I think not.  To do anything in order to look cool is surely to miss the point.  We do 'cool' things so when we're old and infirm and looking back over life we can know the time wasn't squandered.  To self-describe as cool must surely immediately remove you from that attribute?

You should however strive to do things which YOU think are cool.  I've driven from London to Mongolia in a shitty car, across the width of America, etc..  They feel like cool things to do but in no way infer any coolness onto me.

Do things interesting things which make you happy for the act of doing them.