No memory, no.  I was a rambunctious child. I remember reading a letter from my preschool teacher who said that whenever we held group talks with the class she always had to physically hold me to keep me in the circle, that otherwise I would get distracted and wander off by myself. When I was a kid I frequently got in trouble for talking, mouthing off, etc.  I was very outgoing and typically the ringleader of my friends.  However when I hit puberty I became cripplingly self conscious of myself and withdrew inward.  I still struggle with severe insecurities, although I suspect most people who know me would never guess that as I work very hard to keep up a facade of confidence and strength.

For me complacent means settling.  Settling for comfortable and not going somewhere uncomfortable. I enjoy change; I learn from it and grow from it. Sometimes it hurts and sometimes it sets me back, but in the end I feel I become a more complete person from it. Perhaps our definitions of complacent are different.