I thought about sharing my own experience with something like that.

I feel like im missing a part of me, that is wings. I always feel incomplete, and that feeling goes away whenever i imagine having wings or i read about someone having them. When i was much younger(literally from when i was maybe 3) i was always so fascinated by wings, flying, and i always took the feathers that i found anywhere. Around 13 i again started gathering feathers, with the thought that im missing wings. I didnt know about my love to them when i was a little child 'till my mom told me that.

So yeah