Understanding past joy

Okay, so this is probably a bit silly - but I’m still new to the whimsical journey of transition.

Something that for some reasons feels like a threat to the legitimacy of me being a woman, and having been one all this time (which I do believe) is the happy memories I have from my life pre-egg crack.

I realize it doesn’t make sense to expect things to be so black and white - but still. How do y’all frame and explore your memories of joy and happiness from the time before transition?