As a child I would have hmmmmm what should I call this... outer body experiences?

I would sit alone and try to understand how I was me. I am me, this body is mine, huh?

How am I in this body?
Who am I? What am I?

Today I don't understand how I did that, but I prayed those feelings and confusion away. Without a doubt I don't even understand where I was coming from anymore.

Sadly, I do remember it was quite painful.