Truth or delusion

I remember being born.

I can describe it using this analogy: I was trying to sleep. I had my face in the pillow. Every once in a while the entire bed squeezed me very hard. During those moments I did not 'breathe,' so to speak. The squeezing was really quite hard. I tried to go back to sleep. The squeeze again. I heard some shouting. People were shouting. Then the squeeze again. I was annoyed by this process. I became aware that there was a space that was not squeezing me. I moved into that space. I don't remember anything immediately after that.

I've had this memory ever since I was a boy.