Do you ever wonder how it feels to be other person?

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When I was about 3 as far as I can remember, there was an instance when I was stricken with a strange feeling of being in my own body as though I could be somewhere else. It gave me a big question mark on whether am I the only one who feels and thinks this way ? And other questions such as why aren't we all feeling and thinking in unity(literally) ?

When I was younger I used to talk to nonliving things, thinking that they can feel and think as well. Like whenever I hit a table accidentally I'd feel sorry for it.

I wonder if this is just a normal childhood experiences

I have wondered that sometimes. Do other people feel things the same way I do? Do they imagine things? Are they just putting up a confident persona, and are anxious on the inside?

I still apologise to inanimate objects too! I stopped sleeping with my teddy bear only because he'd fall on the floor during the night and I didn't want him to be so cold and lonely, so I got him his own bed. And I talked to flowers when I was little.
I can feel the emotions of other people, but identifying them and untangling them from my own is a different story. I'm not sure about feeling like I'm somewhere else, but I often experience the sensation that I am a lot smaller than myself.
We do not think in unison because society says we shouldn't, and therefore true empathy is trained out of most children for the sake of teaching greed and pushiness and deceit which is just human nature but it doesnt mean it's right. You can see it best by watching groups of people at different ages. Empathy, by the way, is the ability to know what it is to be someone else. If you need to go to Vietnam to have any idea what it would be like living there, then you don't have empathy. If you can imagine what it would be like without experiencing anything close, then you do (when most people say empathy, they mean theory of mind. I do not use that definition).

I talk to my plants as well; I love cacti and succulents (they've all but overwhelmed my room). I suppose because I talk aloud all day long when alone, the plants despite lacking self-awareness from a mammal's perspective, are prisoners to my conversations, lol. People-wise, I misread. Faces all look like blank masks of flesh, and that is when I am actually giving them eye-contact, which is so darn uncomfortable.