Tarzan shrugged.

"Life good. Eat, roam, sleep, hide." From predators, you see. "Jungle is dangerous, but life good."

Why did she want to know the rest? How did he talk about it anyway?

"Wanted to prove myself. To rest of family. Keep up. Wanted...to prove myself to Kerchak. My father. Leader of our family."

It was difficult, at times. What was also difficult was articulating himself and he found himself getting frustrated. Things like feelings and thoughts were harder than basic communication.

"Not know what I was. Not know where I come from..."

Words words, he had to find the words. His face lit up. "Then Jane and her father come. And Clayton." That name was spat like a curse. "Jane and the Professor show me things, make me understand what I am. Human."

He finally managed to figure out what to say. "Confused. Growing up. Always confused. But now Tarzan knows what he is. Tarzan is human. I...I am human. And gorilla. Love Jane as a man. Lead family as gorilla."

And that was that. A conflicted childhood, but now he knew himself and what he was.