Recollections from childhood are often among the most vivid and joyful of all time. On the other hand, it is also from infancy that we often keep unusual and inexplicable memories, which may cause us to be perplexed and even frightened once we reach maturity. Here are a few examples of such tales.
I was 4 years old. An awful vehicle accident occurred with my family. I lost my mother. She is someone I remember very clearly, despite the fact that I only have a few memories from before the tragedy. In addition to having brown hair, she was small and plump, and she had a grin that was quite sweet and toothy. To this day, I can still vividly recall her rocking chair and holding me on her lap. There is a memory of her singing to me.
The mother I know now is a different person. Insisting that she was the one who gave birth to me… Neither my father nor my elder sisters had any recollection of my original mother, who passed away. After the passing of my first mother, I began to form all of my recollections of my two mothers. My family makes a joke about how insane I am whenever I bring it up, and then they shift the topic when they have finished. However, the following is the reason why I am certain that my mother is not the same lady that she was in the past:
On my birth certificate, my mother’s name is listed as Marie; however, it is not the name that I now use for my mother! However, she is certain that it was a clerical mistake that occurred at the hospital, and that they did not care to remedy it.
2. My cousin, who is eleven years older than I am, once made a casual comment about the tragedy, describing how our family would have been quite different if it hadn’t occurred. When I inquired about what he meant, he responded by saying, “You know, your mom…” However, he insisted on not adding anything further.
3. At one point in time, my sister shared with me the following observation: “There is no truth in the past; sometimes you just need to accept the truth of your life as it is now.”
When you are lying in bed one night, the only thing that can be seen is the light that is coming from the landing and crawling beneath the door. When we had just moved in, my mother was literally sleeping on the floor in the same room as me. We had just moved in together. Upon raising my head, I see that the door is slowly opening, and as it does so, an elderly woman who is peering around the door stares at me before leaving. For some reason, I was under the impression that I was experiencing a nightmare. I quickly turned around and crawled beneath the covers, thinking that I would wake up. I will never forget my mother asking me in a low voice, “Did you just see someone peer around the door?” I will never forget that experience. It is safe to say that none of us slept a single wink that night.
One day, when I was visiting the residence of a family friend, I went to the restroom that they had available. I was curious about the rationale for my decision to lift the lid of the box that was part of the toilet, and when I did so, I saw that there was a giant live crayfish sitting there, simply relaxing. All rights reserved by SuperGIoo and Reddit.
I was nine years old when I fell down the staircase that led from the second level to the first floor. When a lady approached me and inquired about my well-being, I was under the impression that she was a friend of my grandmother’s. I assured her that everything was OK. And then I inquired of my grandmother, who was in the next room, who her acquaintance was.
It was completely unknown to her who I was referring to. A number of occasions, I came across this lady. The last thing that happened was that my mother went me to the former owner of the home, and while there, she showed me a picture of her grandmother. It was the lady.
A hooded figure was standing next to my dresser when I awoke in the middle of the night. I peered in the corner of my room and noticed the shape of the person. Initially, I was under the impression that it was nothing more than a few garments hanging off of my wardrobe. However, as I turned around, I noticed crimson eyes looking at me. The moment I leaped out of bed, I switched on the lights and went to the bathroom. The clothes that were hanging off of my dresser were not there.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that I observed my dog looking toward the corner, I would have considered it nothing more than a terrible dream. She would not stop gazing in the direction where I had seen the hooded person, despite the fact that I was outside the room and I were repeatedly shouting for her to come out. As a result of the fact that she did not respond in any way to my decision to contact her, I eventually walked back to my room and grabbed her from the bed.
As for me, I spent the remainder of the night sleeping in the living room, and my dog spent the rest of her life sleeping in the room that belonged to my parents.
I remember that when I was a youngster, my dad would drive us to a huge lake that had a large sandy shoreline, similar to a beach that was on land. I was wading in the shallow part of the body of water when I became aware of something passing past my fingertips. “Perhaps these are sea plants!” I thought to myself when I was seven years old and wished that I was at a real beach. Then I understood it was a foolish idea.
I was able to feel bones through the soft, squishy bulk when I squeezed the tendrils that were touching my hand. They did this by squishing and sinking as I gripped them. Bones on my fingers, as if I were grasping the hand of a youngster similar to my own age. As soon as I was out of the water, I sat down on the bank and kept my silence.
A year later, my sister said she thought a boy had been kicking her under the water, but when she grabbed at the foot, it felt cold and squishy, and she also told no one.
I was laying down on my bed with a recorder in my hand when I was somewhere about seven years old. Then, all of a sudden, my hand that was holding the recorder closed in, and the recorder vanished without a trace. I never recovered it again.
At a roller skating rink when I was about 12, I was just rolling towards the rink after getting food, and suddenly I felt a prick on my right arm. A lady was holding a long thing that resembled a needle when I turned around and saw her. So I stopped and asked what she was doing, and the lady said, “Body fat test” and then hightailed it out of there. The employees were all 17-year-olds, so by the time I got anyone’s attention, the woman was gone.
I have since been tested for tons of illnesses and diseases because of my job, which confirmed that I wasn’t given any random disease then, but to this day I still have no clue what happened.
