Questioning: Memories, Dreams, and Reality

I didn't think much about existential matters as a young child. My belief is that few children do. My first experiences, that I have had remembered, involve being between 2-3 years-old. The old saying is: There's your truth, there's my truth, and then there's 'the' truth. Is truth reality, or visa versa? It wasn't till I stated watching Twilight Zone and The Outer Limits that I began to peek out of my little world--Jimmy's World. (I'm still there, but my universe has 'slightly' expanded since; a world which I wasn't even really fully aware that I had created.) It has seemed, over the last 25 years (or more), that the more questions I've asked the less I had seemed to know. Life became even more confusing and even scarier.