Jesus Christ. I hope these are legit because some of these are raising FABULOUS questions.
you know, my mom told me that when i was little i used to tell her recurring tidbits of a linear series of events from “when i was older”
she mentioned me pointing an old man and getting really excited and saying “hey that man was my student when i used to teach piano!” in a situation, or saying “you know i like you more than my other mom, she was so mean” and my personal favourite is the one where i said “i used to have a gilrfriend once, you know, we were on my motorcyle and i lost control and fell off a cliff on the roadside, i really hope she’s okay”
Children are scary as fuck.
I need to stay awayWasn’t there a post going around about how maybe the ‘Light at the end of the Tunnel’ that people go to when they die is the opening of the womb when we’re born? And we gradually forget our previous lives as we grow older? Because that post combined with this post scares the living crap outta me.
My mom says that before she realized she was pregnant with my brother, four year old me ran up excitedly going “Mommy I just saw God hiding over there! He said there’s a baby in you! I hope its a little sister!”
And a week later she found out she was three months pregnant.
A while later she says i sadly walked up and went “I wanted a baby sister, but its gonna be a baby brother.” And then wandered back to my toys.
My mom tells me once that when I was like 3, I don’t remember what she said I was responding to, but apparently I said
“Remember? Back when I was big and you was little.”
Also, I apparently said a lot of creepy things, like knowing what my Grandpa always did in the car exactly without ever being in the car w/ him, that kind of thing.
Little kids are scary as fuck.
When my little sister was just a baby we would take her into her room to change her diaper. She would always stare into the corner of the ceiling across the room and even try to look around us while we changed her. Finally when she first started learning how to talk she was staring at the same spot and said in the most sympathetic voice, “why are you crying?”
To the empty corner of the room.Apparently I used to ask the same thing to empty corners when I was little.
I don’t know if this really counts, but when I was 3, I think, my mom’s cousin Lizzy had just died. And so there was a family gathering shortly after the funeral and I got sick and my step-dad took me home to get some medicine. I fell asleep on the car ride home and my step-dad put me in my room while he went and got stuff around the house and grabbed medicine and everything, and was asleep when he came back and got me, too.
But when I get back to the family gathering I went up to my mom and said, “Mommy, Lizzy and I played Lucky Ducks!” and she told me that wasn’t funny and unzipped my coat and a Lucky Duck fell out.
when i was about three and my mum told me she was going to have a baby i looked at her seriously and said “there’s two, and they’re boys”
neither my mum nor the doctor had any idea at that point that she was carrying twins but i was 100% right.