Reply #26: My very earliest childhood memory was... [View All]

[Speck Tater]

laying in my crib, staring up at my hands, like babies do, and thinking "how strange it is to be small again." I always took it for granted that every else remembered their past lives too. Our parish priest set me right on THAT misconception!

As a child I called things by their French names while learning to speak English, even though I had never been exposed to French (Our town didn't even have a TV station in the 1940's when I was doing this, so there wasn't any "media contamination") My mom always thought my names for things were nonsense words until a lady moved in next door to us who spoke French. She commented on how well I spoke French and translated for my mother. That was before I even started school. By 8 or 9 I'd forgotten it all and spoke only English.

At seven I told my parents I couldn't go to Catholic church with them anymore because I was supposed to be Buddhist like before.

We went to Disneyland shortly after it opened and when we were on the pirate ship I told my parents it was so phoney because it didn't sound or smell like a real sailing ship. I remembered what it was like to be on a real sailing ship.

Of course none of this means a thing to anyone else. It's just my own personal memories.