Oh, I definately saw all sorts of little and larger things like that. It was weird too to figure things out from when I was very young and then my aunt confirmed things for my T and me, writing me about what I/life was like for me back then.

One thing I figured out on my own though was my trying to puzzle why I liked my aunt and uncle's (my father's brother) slightly chaotic, messy "interesting" house to ours/my stepmother's neat, boring, "regular" one with nice antiques, etc. My uncle always bought fixer-uppers and they were always under construction forever and had nooks and crannies and dead ends, etc., almost "bizarre" in some cases. I still remember an incident where my stepmother and I "made fun of" my aunt because we both saw her kitchen strainer in a cabinet at the same time when we were helping fix a meal and there was a huge hole in it making it almost useless. We looked at one another and both smiled a "can you believe it?" joint smile. But anyway, over time as I was looking at pictures of when I was little, it suddenly dawned on me that our houses when my mother was alive were messy/"comfortable" and used similar colors and patterns of slipcovers, had same worn out rugs, etc. I was harking back to how it "use" to be when my mother was alive.