I must have been 7 or 8 years old when I sat in the back of our car driving home. I had my hand resting on the armrest of the car door. It was in the 70s, and since there was no smartphone, tablet, or whatever, I was looking out of the window, thinking of everything and nothing when my eyes wandered to my hand. I began watching it, and this initial thought came to my mind: “So, that is my hand now.” Further, I moved my hand and consciously watched what it could do. I even remember I wondered what it would look like over the years.