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Also, on a different note, when do babies gain consciousness? I thought I'd ask as we're on the topic.
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I think this varies from person to person. The first time I truly realized I was alive was about two and a half sitting on the couch trying to play Mortal Kombat with my dad. Any "memories" from before then were like... really blurry still images. Like a slideshow. And I was looking down upon myself in white sheets while very strange, yet soothing, music was playing. Next thing I knew I was looking at a screen through tunnel vision and my dad was babbling some nonsense off at me while I was holding a controller.
Most of my friends don't even know what their first memory was or when they first gained consciousness.
I kind of wonder sometimes what would have happened had I died within that little time frame that all I can see are still pictures of myself. Would I have seen it? Maybe that little glimpse of whatever it was might have been the only taste of life I'd ever get. It's interesting to think about.
And as for a more general message... Being afraid of nonexistence is completely understandable. And really, it's all the more reason you should live life to your fullest, however it is you define a full life. As long as you're content it shouldn't matter either way. Make the existence you have right now worth it.
There's a reoccurring theme with being alive and having a fear of the unknown. I'm pretty certain a good handful of the time people who aren't afraid of death tend not to be bothered by not understanding certain things.