'should I choose for the Nazis kill my son, or my daughter (considering they've forced this choice upon me)?'

I remember that when I was like 11 years old I used to lie awake at night obsessing about variations on Sophie's choice problems. Those memories are significantly more vivid than my memories of living off ramen and potatoes with no electricity for a few months at around the same age. (I remember thinking that by far the worst part of this was the cold showers, though I still feel negative affect towards ramen (and eggs, which were also cheap).) I feel like that says something about my psychology.