Iirc I was breathing amniotic fluid and reminiscing about "the good 'old days" when I was the size of a tiny tadpole.
I had dabbled in agnosticism - as I wondered if there was really a "Mom" and "life after the womb". I could see evidence of this all around me, but I wasn't convinced that any of it was actually true. So, I decided that once my hands sprouted from their little buds, I would author my very own unauthorized autobiography on the walls of my holding cell, otherwise known as the placenta. I never got around to it though.