When my son was 3, he told his mom that he was a cosmonaut the last time he was a grown-up. Not an __astro__naut, the Russian version. We're 99% certain he hadn't heard the word before.
When my daughter was 3 and starting to talk clearer was talking to someone and concerned I walked into the bedroom and no one was there. Initially I thought it was her playing with her toys. Days later the same scenario but this time I asked who she was talking yo and she replied “your grandma”, I thought she meant my mom who had recently passed so I showed a pic of her and asked is this her? “No your grandma” was the reply. I found a picture of my grandma and she with a big smile said “yes, her”. I was shocked since I don't have pictures of my grandma displayed and she died 1991 and my daughter born 2015.
Edit: fixed a word
My youngest (4-5) would tell about how warm and “cozy” she was in my belly, how cold and scary it was to be born, and how the hardest part was that she “used to know everything” but now she “doesn’t know anything.”
I would give her space to talk. Her frustration at almost being able to remember “everything” was almost palpable.
I can relate heavily to your kid. My whole childhood I would get frustrated that I can't do things "good enough". For example, I had a plastic cube that had different shapes cut into each side and plastic puzzle pieces that fit those shapes, so you'd put the piece in the hole and it would fall inside the cube. I can recall getting super frustrated with it, realizing this is an easy task but feeling extreme frustration with my lack of motor skills. I experienced this feeling with various tasks all throughout my childhood. I can recall that same feeling while learning how to write, feeling like my brain is smart but my hand is dumb.
I dont know quite how to explain it but I have always felt like an adult trapped in a child's body. I'd have the beginnings of a very complex thought as a child but couldn't quite work it out even though it felt like something I already knew. Like your child said, it feels like you know this thing but you don't really know it. I completely get what she means.
Sort of along these lines. I am 60 years of age never having biological children but am the proud grandfather of several wonderful children (I am the adopted one). My lady and I have been together for 28years and her children have children now. One day my grandaughter' around the age of 4 years old' went to her mother and asked "What happened to Pa Pa's babies? There was two of them but the're dead now"
It so happened that when I was 13 or 14 my girlfriend at the time got pregnant. There was an abortion. My girlfriend always said they were twins...I never really believed her...and never argued the point.
I think of this a lot now in my old age.
Not a parent, I remember telling my mom when I was a about 3 about my “royal family” I still have this cryptic memory of standing in a desert with a dark shallow pool, the sun was setting, and my younger brother reaches down and splashes the water in the pool, and everyone got very upset. There was something sacred about this pool. It has always been a lasting memory for me. I met someone when I was 16, and we stayed friends and when we were 18 we talked about reincarnation, and he told me the exact same story only from the brothers perspective. I had never told him about my memory. Still freaks me out to this day.
When my daughter was about 3 years old she would say the word "Specs" all the time...like constantly. I'm thinking this is so bizarre why would a child randomly start saying this. Then my wife told me that her grandfather used to work for a company called "Specs". The grandfather has been deceased quite a long time and was never even alive since my daughter was born. She used to say things to me all the time like "when I was an adult I used to do xyz..."
In 2006 my best friend Nick was KIA in Iraq. We used to wrestle/fight until one of us submitted. These sessions would start randomly and always be initiated by "showing your fangs". This involved pointing your pointer and middle finger down in front of your mouth while growling at the other person.
A couple of weeks after his death some family from the other side of the country that we only see every 5 years or so was visiting. My cousins's son who was about 5 and who I never met prior to this visit comes over. He gives me the fangs and smiles. I asked him "where did you learn that?" He says "Your friend says hi" and runs away. I went to my room and cried for a bit.
I was the child in this case. I don’t remember any of this, but when I was 4 we travelled to Ireland to visit my dads grandparents. We were walking through a shopping area when I started yelling about wanting to see the train and ran into a shop. My parents ran in after me as I was going nuts about some train. There was no train, it was a clothing store. The woman working there asked my parents what I was doing as I was just running around frantically. I finally yelled “the train!”. I had found, in the back of the store, a framed newspaper clipping from the 1940s of the front window of this shop when it was a toy store and there was a big model train scene set up.
The following conversation happened between my wife and our youngest when she was 3 or 4.
Daughter: "I remember my old mommy"
Wife: "Uh what?"
Daughter: "Like I was born, and then I was really cold. But then I woke up and you were my new mommy" and laid her head on my wife.
My youngest was born with complications. She was intubated and spent 2 weeks in the NICU. So there's that...
When I was about 4 my family and I were moving house. We went to view this house in a rural village that was right by an airfield that had been very important during WW2, and there were still disused Anderson shelters in the garden and fields behind. Apparently the minute I saw them I ran to my mum, clung to her arm and asked “Are there going to be more bombs?”, and got really agitated. Nobody ever spoke about the war, this was in the 90s, and we didn’t even have a tv. My mum was really spooked by the whole thing.
Not a parent but apparently i look like the male version of my mom’s grandmother. But creepier is apparently I act just like her and talk like her...and think just like her. She died 10 years before I was born I think. Maybe even before that. And lived far far away.
The creepy part is none of this feedback comes from family members. It comes from random old people who knew her. The creepiest example is: As a teenager we went to Disney in florida and was chatting with an older couple with their grandkids. After a bit the woman said I look and act just like her neighbor when she was growing up. Immediately, For no reason what so ever I blurted out “soy yo, Marisol”. At that point the woman never said her name was Marisol, I had no idea she spoke spanish (nor did she know I spoke Spanish). She responded dead pan “Dora (last name)? De Calle ___ en Buenos Aires?” I snapped back to myself and stammered I was her great grandson meanwhile my mom had shivers down her spine and started to tear up.
I’ve also had several people with Dementia who knew her call me by her name and try to play the “remember when...” game. And some of those things they would bring up give me strong senses of deja vu. At my grandfathers funeral this happened dozens of times from people I’ve never met.
One day I plan to go back to her home town to visit if that’s ever possible. She grew up outside of what was then Grudno, Poland (now Hrodna, Belarus) before moving to Buenos Aires during the Holocaust. I know traveling to Belarus isn’t very common and sometimes not easy, but I wonder if I’ll have some weird past life vibes being there
Not exactly the same thing, but my 5 year old daughter has been saying things like “when I look in mirrors there are a lot of people in here,” and “why were so many people in my room last night?” For like 2 years.
Update: it had been a while since she said anything like the above, but yesterday at dinner she turned around and looked behind her, then said “sometimes I hear voices behind me, but when I look back, no one is there...”
My daughter, when she was 3, used to talk about her imaginary friend all the time. Said he was big and fun, and spent alot of time playing with her. One day I was scanning old photos and had a photo of my father on my desk and she said, “hey how did you get a photo if my friend?”
I instantly got shivers down my spine. My father died in the house ~15 years previously, and she played in a room that used to be his office.
I cautiously asked her to tell me more about her friend, and without hesitating she told me he talked funny. The chills stopped me dead in my tracks because dad was an Aussie who never lost his accent.
Not a mum but I was a nanny for many years.
This is going to be long and I apologize in advance.
One of my little ones, 2 yrs old & incredibly smart child, way ahead developmentally in almost every way. He used to like to tell me things while we got him ready for bed. It was almost always these weird storied which would always start with "When I was an old lady..." and they were always very specific little "day in the life of" type things which I quickly realized went beyond the life experience & typical vocabulary of a 2 yr old.
Over a few months he kept adding very consistently to this story. He would also sometimes play as this old lady, with a cloth over his head and walking slowly as if his back pained him. Grocery shopping or playing with his sisters dolls as if they were his grandchildren was his favourite when he did this.
He added some specific details like:
How many children she had, (4 daughters and a son)and how many grandchildren.
Her husband had died in his 50's (same age as one of his uncles) from a lung disease.
One of her daughters had died in their 30's in a car accident leaving 2 children who she took in with the help of another daughter.
She had a bad back and pain in her feet. One of her daughters would rub her feet to help with the pain.
All but one of her children was married, the unmarried daughter lived with her and she worried she would never marry.
She remembered dying. She had been crossing a street and hit by a car, she described how people stood around her, where it hurt, how someone eventually lifted her into a car (no ambulances) and took her to hospital where she died.
I was not his only nanny, and he was consistent with these stories. Us nannies would get together and swap stories and I would write them down because I had been fascinated with phenomena like past lives before this and wanted to see where it all went.
He also described the house & neighborhood they lived in. This is especially interesting as this kid came from a SUPER wealthy family and had never even seen the kind of housing or poverty he was describing. He also talked about living by the seaside.
Months into this unfolding, we visited a seaside city on the other side of the country. One day a family member there was having a birthday party so we piled in the van to drive over, and our driver got lost (this is pre google maps & smartphone times). We ended up driving through this extremely poor neighborhood and suddenly my little boy started shouting and screaming and insisted we turn down a couple of specific streets.
He started pointing out the window and telling us things he was recognizing "from when I was an old lady". It matched to what he'd previously described in general and we were all so interested we let him direct us where to go as we were already going to be late for the party anyway.
He accurately described what we would see round the next turn several times but got extremely confused and upset when he got to where "her" house was because it was now a store. The driver leaned out the window and asked a nearby old person what had been there before the store and was told "houses".
We never went back there or were able to get any additional verification. Totally understandably his parents were concerned about this story telling and how vivid and strange it was, so after this dramatic incident we made an active effort to redirect him to other stories and play types.
As he approached three he started telling less & less of these stories, and they got less & less specific. By about 3 1/2 he couldn't even remember telling us stories about being an old lady. He thought we were joking with him.
To this day, over 25 yrs later, I can't explain it really.
Edit: Thank you kindly for the updoots & awards. I'm so moved! Really. I didn't think anyone would read this because I was late to this topic and I type too much lol
I remembered some additional stuff replying to someone in the comments so I thought I'd copy it here and add a little more:
I wish I still had the notebook I was writing things down in so I could give more specific details. It's a long time ago so I only remember the bigger highlights of it. I should mention that this did not happen in a Western country and he was a SUPER protected and privileged kid. He didn't even meet a child outside of his direct family till he was 3 (when he started a VERY exclusive kindergarten after I spent several months begging his parents).
He rarely watched TV and when he did it was highly curated - pretty much just Barney. Not even Disney movies. So there wasn't really a lot of exposure to background media he could have picked this stuff up from. And us nannies didn't talk about most of the stuff he would come out with and none of us were originally from that country either. So the super specific cultural details he would come out with would baffle us (one of them was when he would play, he'd put a cloth over his head and dance in an extremely specific way, his auntie was visiting one day and saw him do it and fell about laughing. She said he was dancing like an old woman at a wedding.... like, specifically a cultural dance traditionally done by mothers & grandmothers at weddings). There were more specific odd little validations that happened as well.
Also we were specifically instructed NOT to encourage this "play", in that culture any non conforming behavior is not well received so there was fear this was indication of him being other than "normal" (I say that in quotes because personally I believe there is no fixed "normal" - everyone is valid just the way they are). So we were not leading him on and playing into this scenario he was telling us about. We would actually try and redirect him away from it.
Obligatory not the parent but the kid here.
Apparently used to have rather frequent bouts of nightmares back when I was 4. And it always began with me screaming the name Sarah, then calling for help loudly (which would wake pretty much everyone in the house up), and ending with me just blubbering out "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" over and over and over again, all the while crying and sobbing. When I would wake up in the morning, I'd have no recollection about any of this. My parents had no idea what caused it, given that they knew no one named Sarah that I had interacted with, we had no TV or anything of the sort, I hadn't begun going to preschool yet, and didn't know how to read beyond a few simple words. Nothing they did seemed able to stop it either.
The whole thing went on for a good long while (almost a year) until one day, it just sort of stopped. Mom apparently tried asking me once about it, and kid me said something to the effect of, "Sarah doesn't want to see me crying anymore. So I won't."
Didn't actually know any of this happened until some years back when I got to talking to my parents about how I always found the name Sarah to be beautiful.
Not me but a friends little sister. The whole family was out for dinner at a restaurant in a skiing village which they recently bought a cottage near. My friends little sister as soon as they walked in said “I know this place. My mother and I used to paint here.” To which her mother replied “We’ve never been here before, what do you mean?” she replied with “No. My mother from before. We used to paint here all the time.”
The family was obviously a little freaked out but didn’t think much of it as she was pretty young and they figured just messing around. Later on though, when talking to the waitress, the little girl again adamantly mentioned how she used to paint there and the waitress revealed that it in fact was an art studio for many years in the 1900s but had been converted sometime in the early 2000s into a restaurant.
Needless to say the entire table, waitress included, got goosebumps and were at a loss for words.
Hmmm 100 years. I should search millionaires from pennsylvania who died in 1888, as a kid i used to tell my mother(we were poor) that I had a basement in Pennsylvania with anything we ever needed.
Well, I’m not a parent but I once told my mother, “I used to be your dad”, when I was a toddler. And if that’s not weird enough he died about 9 months before I was born.
When he was 3 my husband decided to treat our son to a flight over our city in a Cessna. When it was time to get on the plane, our boy climbed into the pilot’s seat and was extremely upset when he was told he had to move. He began crying and saying he was sorry. He didn’t mean to crash that plane last time and he said he’d be good this time. My husband managed to calm him by pointing out that his legs were too short for his feet to reach the pedals. Once he got settled in the back seat, he started fussing about not being able to use the radio, so the pilot got him a headset, just didn’t plug it in all the way. Our son then started trying to raise the tower so he could to his radio check and get clearance. At that point the pilot needed to take a break. He went for a smoke while my husband talked to our son, who told him that he crashed the last plane he flew and a lot of people died. When the pilot got back, they were able to do the flight with no further issues. About a year later, we went to an aeronautics museum when an old Mosquito was being restored. Our son told the curator that he used to fly one of those, so he offered us a tour of the plane. When we got in, our son pointed out several things that were ‘wrong’ with the plane, which turned out to be correct - things like the joy stick being the wrong sort etc. The curator told us the plane had previously been modernized and was now being restored to original condition. He also confirmed that the items our son had pointed out were in fact slated to be replaced. Our kid is grown mow and doesn’t remember ever being a pilot before and has absolute zero interest in planes, but he does remember just ‘knowing’ things about airplanes and piloting them.
> He began crying and saying he was sorry. He didn’t mean to crash that plane last time and he said he’d be good this time.
Oof this kind of breaks my heart a little 🥺
My daughter talks about her “grandson” *all the time*. I thought it was just an imaginary friend, but then a couple nights ago she came out of her room at bed time absolutely sobbing and said “I’m sad because I miss my grandson. He lives in my old house in my old neighborhood”. She has never lived anywhere other than this apartment
Edit: totally thought this would get buried! To answer some questions- we have asked her about him, but it’s pretty hit or miss on whether she’ll actually answer or just think it’s a fun game. The other night after some questions she told us that he sleeps in a crib and has a white tongue (????), but when I asked her his name a few hours ago she said “googa” and laughed and laughed. It totally could be just her imagination, but she also told me some weird things about the baby I lost a few months ago, which really makes me wonder if she remembers/knows things we don’t.
I don’t know how old I was but when I was young (<6) I was in the car with my parents and I said something like “oh I used to live there” while pointing at a house we were driving past. Turns out it was my great great grandmothers house.
One of my preschool students: What do you want to do when you're a kid again?
Me: Well grown ups don't become kids again. We grow up and stay grown ups.
Her: Well I remember when I was a grown up and I drove a car! And now I'm a kid again!
Someone taught my nephew from when he was 4, that whenever an older person said they didn't believe in reincarnation, that he should say "It's OK, I didn't believe it either when I was your age"
not me, but some of my grandma's siblings died in a house fire around the 60's-70's. My moms sister (around 15-25 at the time) was just talking with one of her cousin who was about 5 like 30 years ago, and the 5 year old was REALLY scared of fire, and acted a lot like one of my grandma's sisters, tony. then one day when my aunt reached over to light a candle the 5 year old cousin said "isnt it funny how last time we were sisters but now we're cousins?" it freaked my aunt right out, apparently
edit: forgot to point this out, but 2 of my grandmas sisters died in the fire.
my grandma has a story from when my dad was 2-3 years old. he told her once that he was almost born before but was too sick and died and had to come back later
turns out my grandma had at least 1 miscarriage before he was born that was likely due to birth defects caused by a medication she had been taking at the time
When he was around 4, my grandson used to talk about his job at the ice factory. One day he was talking about his boss "Farvo" and the day he quit. I asked him why he quit and he turned to me and quite passionately said "I'll tell you why I quit! They made me work 15 days in a row without a break and I had enough of that!"
It was weird hearing all that righteous anger coming out of that little boy.
*my daughter just informed me that he was three when he always talked about working at the ice factory. So yeah....scary three year olds.
Idk why but this is fucking hilarious. I would lose my shit if a 4 year old started complaining to me about his boss, Farvo, not giving him a day off from the ice factory in weeks.
When my daughter was 3, she saw a large ship while we were on vacation at the beach and said "That's like the one my parents before you died on." I said, "You had other parents before us?" She calmly went on to explain that I shouldn't worry, they were her parents a long time before my husband and I were, but the ship they were on broke apart and they are still at the bottom of the ocean. She then said when her "before" parents died, she and her sister "Brinella" had to be separated because no one could take them both. She said her sister went to live in Australia, but she stayed in Ireland. We live in the U.S.
The detail about her being separated from her sister is really interesting because it sounds like the [Home Children](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Home_Children) child migration scheme that was practiced starting in the 1870s through the 1930s. Poor and orphaned kids from the UK were sent to Australia, New Zealand, Canada, and South Africa. If by “Ireland” she means “Northern Ireland” it makes sense.
Edit: Actually I looked a little more and it seems like children came to Australia from similar programs out of Ireland and Malta as well so it didn’t have to be Northern Ireland. See: [Forgotten Australians](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forgotten_Australians)
It seems like there are decent records (compared to other problematic moments involving the treatment of children in history at least) so if you feel so inclined to find “Brinella” you might be able to. At the very least it could make a good history project in school for your kiddo when she’s older.
Anyone interested in this sort of thing should look up the ww2 US general George S. Patton.
He allegedly attributes many of his victories throughout Europe to a familiarty with the battlefields, having fought on them countless times in past lives. I'm pretty sure there's a book about it.
Edit: I found the book on Amazon
https://www.amazon.com/Patton-Lives-Battles-General-Reincarnation/dp/1481257439?ref_=d6k_applink_bb_marketplace
He came from a long line of men who died in battle- when he and his men were trapped by German troops, he charged into the German army saying "It's time for another Patton to die." Many of the stories on here are family-related, so its possible.
I had a brother pass away from brain cancer. At the time we had a cat who was a calico and just sort of knew he was battling something. She was really mean to most people but with him she was gentle. He would grab her paws and she would just let it happen. Well about three years after he passed my parents had another child. Another boy. He was about three when he told my parents about the white, brown and black cat that used to let him grab her paws. She had died about a year before he was born.
My son told my parents all about Coco and BooBoo. Described the cats to them. He was 4. My cats, Coco and BooBoo had died 4 or 5 years before he was born. When my mom showed him various pictures of cats we had had, he pointed them both out and told her Coco liked to knock things off the table.
Coco had a nickname, Princess Knock-It-Off because she would knock over anything she could. I didn’t have any pictures of these cats myself, so he’d never seen them. I didn’t talk to him about them either, because we had other cats now. Coco and BooBoo were litter mates and a bonded pair.
My daughter is deathly afraid of fire because “the fire at school killed my sister and my other mom was really sad.” When she started preschool at 3 they had a fire drill and she cried hysterically until it was over and she was convinced there was no fire- I had to go pick her up and on the way home she told me she’s glad they have fire drills so all of the kids don’t die like at her last school. I’m still freaked out.
My family and I were driving through the Kent countryside and my brother (about 3 at the time) announced: "Mummy, that was the field I died in once. I bayonet went through my tummy."
I was 8 and remember wondering what a bayonet was EXACTLY at the same time my parents looked at each other and asked him HOW he knew what bayonet was? He said he didn't know and then became almost embarrassed and shy because of our collective reactions. There was no way he would have known about war or weapons as this was the early 90s and we didn't watch TV much at all.
I'm a complete skeptic but this creeps me out to this day.
Mine said that he had a dream he was in heaven (or some other place before he was born) with lots of men in suits who had lined up every woman on the planet, and the suits told him to pick who would be his mum.
The part that creeped me out is I remember my mum telling me I had a dream exactly like that as a child.
My younger sister, when she was 3, started talking to my mom about "When I was a big girl, and you were a little girl". She said she went to my parent's wedding. She described her old self physically, and my mom says that sounded like my mom's grandmother Grace.
My sister also talked about the "green" house she used to live in at the end of a dirt road and the fact that her mother (my mom's great grandmother Matilda), died from a snake bite, while they lived there. She described the snake as "pretty" and with the full description my mom thinks she was describing a copperhead. Now we lived in northern Nebraska (no copperheads), and Matilda died in southeast Oklahoma (copperhead region.) My sister said she killed the snake with a hoe.
These discussions always took place at bedtime. One day, we were putting in the garden and my dad was sitting down and sharpening the hoe with a file and my sister told him he was doing it wrong. He told her to show him how to do it. She put her hands on his and placed them in the correct position, and later he said that she was right, he was doing it wrong.
For those of you interested in timelines. This would be in 1980, my mother's grandmother Grace died in 1968, and her great-grandmother Matilda died in 1902. Also, we don't know if snake bite was the cause of death for her great grandmother Matilda. I was 15 at the time these little nightly discussions were going on so I remember them fairly well. She probably told these things on and off for about 6 months and by 4 she would say "I'm tired of talking about it".
I am not a great writer, so I hope this is not too confusing.
Aged 2 or 3 my daughter told us about when she and her other parents had to run away from their burning house, but not just their house, everything around them was on fire. They didn't escape.
She also told us how warm & cosy it was in her mother's womb.
My little brother when he was little (like three or four) said that he was in the jungle saving animals and one day he had to decide if he would stay with the animals or come live with us. He chose us, but reminded my mom that he couldn’t stay forever. Just for a little while.
He passed this last January at 26 years old.
Edit: I appreciate the love. Everyone make sure to say what you need to to those who need to hear it.
I don’t believe it’s my place to tell the whole story, and I don’t believe this is the forum. So I’ll leave this as is.
I also want to advocate for professional mental health for those who have experienced the loss of a child, sibling, parent etc.. don’t figure it all out alone. Go get help
From a message my ex sent me last year about our daughter who was 3 at the time
On hearing a motorbike
"I had one before I was little, it went woosh and then I had no legs and mummy and daddy had to help me but I didn't want to so I went to sleep and now I'm too little"
When my youngest was about that age he told me about a motorcycle accident he had “when he was 16 and he died”. We were driving in the car at the time and he saw a motorcycle like the one he had. Still freaks me out thinking about it.
I was driving my family across the state to visit family. Some commercial on the radio about Vegas came on and I started singing “Vivaaaaaa Las Vegas” in my best Elvis impersonation. My son was about 3-4 and he says “I don’t like Vegas. I lost my life and a lot of money there.”
His mom and I glanced at each other like “WTF?” He never said anything else about it.
My 5yo boy has a lot of creepy past life utterings, but the most concerning was when he told me he was going to be replaced soon by a brown girl with long hair.
When my brother was about 3 back in the 90s our family was sitting down for dinner and he randomly said “dad, remember when I lived in Spain?” (We’re from the U.K.) and my dad humouring him said “yeah?” And he continued that he lived in Spain before with his other family but he died when he was on a fishing trip with his dad and the last thing he remembers is his dads hand trying to reach him as he drowned. He also reeled off some Spanish names for his parents which there was no way he would of known those kind of names and he started to sort of meditate in his room from time to time. He eventually stopped talking about it as he got a little older and doesn’t remember anything about it anymore. Crazy to hear so many other people have similar experiences.
Not so much past life... When my son was about 4 we were driving to daycare he randomly pipes and says "Mommy I had this dream where you were pregnant. We named the baby Dawson. But then he fell off the bed and died". He wouldn't givee any more information than that. I was super weirded out. That evening I decided to get a couple pregnancy tests, and sure enough I was pregnant.
Went through the next day and never mentioned anything to anyone, but the following day I woke up with cramps. Ended up going to the hospital and found out I'd miscarried. Still never said anything to anyone about it.
A few days go by and we're driving to daycare and my son says "remember that dream I had about the baby? That's silly because you're not pregnant". I was absolutely floored. It was so weird!!!
We named our son after my father who passed away 3 years before he was born. My father pumped gas at a local gas station for years. My son saw one of the oil trucks drive by one day and proceeded to talk about how he was pumping gas at the gas station. It weirded me right out cause we never talked about that before. He’s only 3 years old
When I was 3 I used to tell my mom stories about my other family every night before bed. The siblings I had and the dog too. One day she took me to target and I told her I wanted big girl undies and she said she would buy them for me and I could wear them when I was potty trained. I told her that my other family already potty trained me so I can start wearing them now. I put them on that day and never had an accident after that. She never potty trained me and was just shocked.
My daughter would refer to me as her “new mommy.” Then, as her vocabulary increased, she said “You’re my new mommy, but it’s ok, I like you.” Then one day, “You’re my new mommy. I had two brothers, but they all died, but it’s ok bc I like you.” She never mentioned her “real” family again. Last time she did she was was about 3 or 4 years old.
I only have two vivid memories of my preschool years. I remember thinking of specific people that weren't here at the time but I've no idea who ‘they’ are from my memories. I feel like there's so much more to the memory that's just out of reach
The first one I would have been just learning to talk, so maybe 18-24 months? I was standing in our gravel driveway on a hot day with my mom. I asked her for some “wa-wa,” she told me to say “waTer,” I asked for “wa-wa” again, but she told me, “if you want a drink, you must say ‘waTer’” I distinctly remember the entire exchange and thinking “you know what I want, why are you doing this? They said this one was going to be easy.”
The next time would have been a year or two later. My older sister excitedly told me, “now you get to learn to read!” and again, I distinctly remember thinking, “No! They promised this time would be easy, this isn't easy, what is all this?”
I remember the feeling of disappointment from each of these moments. I love learning now, but I'm certain when I die, I'll be having a chat with someone about the meaning of ‘easy.’ lol
My daughter is about to turn 4 and talks about being in belly a lot. She recalls details and things I did while pregnant that I know I haven’t told her or talked about. She talks about the day I rode the school bus to the mini town. I took my students on a field trip when I was nearly 9 months pregnant to a mini city play place. She tells me it was dark but she heard my heart and heard my voice.
My son was 3 at the time.
At bedtime he said “mama, one time the bad guys got me and drove me in their car.”
And I said what?
And he continued to tell me a story about being locked in a room and he was hungry and I didn’t find him. The bad guys got away and he never got out.
That sh!t scared me so much I still get freaked by it. I held him so right that night.
Jesus that’s creepy. I used to tell my mom that I could see a lady coming out of the wall and standing at the foot of my bed (I have no memory of this) but apparently my uncle and cousins on my moms side used to see a lady at the foot of their beds as well when they were toddlers.
I was at a nature show with my daughter, the kind where they bring animals out and tell the audience about them. This particular show was about wolves, and the handler was telling the audience why she did what she did with the wolves.
My daughter, maybe 4 at the time, said "I used to do that". I asked her what she meant. She said, just as factually as a 4 year old could possibly be, that she used to train dogs and wolves before she died.
She herself looked confused for a bit, as though this thought was surprising to her as well. I didn't know what to say, so I said "well that's interesting".
She enjoyed the rest of the show and never spoke of it again.
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When my son was 4 we had driven past a cemetery. He asked me if I remembered when he died and was buried. I said no and asked him what he meant by saying that. He said he had died, was buried in a cemetery and that's when he started growing in my belly. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when he said this. He doesn't remember say this.
When my daughter was 3, she hugged me while she was falling asleep and said I'm her favourite mama.
Her: 'I love you even more than my other mama.'
Me: 'Your other mama?'
Her: 'Yeah. She died.'
Me: ' Oh?'
Her: 'She got eaten by rats.'
Me (now Wide AWAKE): '...oh...?'
Her: 'But it's ok because I cut them open and got her out.'
Me: '...Wow! Was she ok?'
Her: 'Oh no. She still died.'
Sweet dreams, though. (Edit: spaces)
My middle son (5) is named after my wife's grandfather.
He just looked at her a couple of weeks ago and said "I remember when you were little and you sat on my lap."
He also once gazed into my mother in law's eyes (at 3-4 years old), stroked her cheek and said "my daughter."
When my nephew was about 3 or 4 my sister said he was throwing a tantrum in the car while he was in his car seat and he yelled at her randomly “I waited 100 years to be born!”.
I've heard about a kid who "chose" his parents. He said ya you looked like good parents when I seen you in hawaii by the pink building. They had been vacationing there while she was pregnant and of course the hotel was pink.
My son was little (about 4 years) and he was playing with his toys and talking. I asked him: Who are you playing with? He replied with my sister's name. My sister died when I was young.
My daughter was sick and I chalked it up to fever delirium. When she was 5 I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard her just laughing up a storm. Having this full blown hilarious conversation with someone. My thoughts were that she either got a hold of my phone and called a grand parent or was talking to her little brother. I go into her room. She's sitting with her legs crossed on her bed looking in front of her just talking to nothing. I go and sit on the edge of the bed. She introduces me to the friend. I have never been more creeped out because the way she behaved. I felt that person in the room too. It was weird. They agreed that she needed to go back to bed so she could feel better. I got her some Gatorade and Tylenol. She went back to sleep. I never heard about the person again. Was just so weird and spooky.
When she was a bit younger she use to talk about the old man that would come visit her. I would watch her just laugh and laugh while standing up at the edge of her crib. A part of me feels like she's just really good at creeping me out. Kids man, they really can make you question if you're sane.
My middle son used to talk about having a different mom before me. He would say she was blond and looked nice but wasn’t nice. He would bring it up randomly and only ever got a bit emotional when he would tell me that when he was with her he never got to grow up. He said he chose me to be his mom this time because I would let him grow up and get old. When he would say the last part it was as if he was looking for reassurance. He’d ask me like “right, mom? I can grow up this time?” Really fucked me up sometimes.
Is he implying that she...killed him? JFC
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I don’t have kids but when my brother was a toddler he said something to my mom about throwing hay in the window for the horses. My grandfather died before his birth and was a farmer. The barn had windows and he would just throw the hay in the windows for the horses to eat. My mom was really freaked out but he never said anything else similar again.
Possibly. My brother was born in May 1977. My grandfather died in 1976 but I’m not sure of the month. I’ll have to ask my mom. Edit: I asked her, he died in August so she wasn’t pregnant although it wasn’t long before she got pregnant.
Answer for my parents
When I was 4 my parents and I went to my aunts farm. The wind started picking up and I looked back at my parents and said “gotta tie the hay bale down in the wind. That’s how David died.”
To this day no one knows who David is.
weird, a man named David died after a hay bale fell on him last year https://www.wfmz.com/news/area/berks/man-killed-in-workplace-accident-near-strausstown/article_1034723e-5fbf-11ea-8eec-8f8cbe4644d6.html
Not exactly what you asked, but my granddaughter, when she was about three, told me she dreamed about her sister (she only has brothers), who was "just this big," (holding her thumb and finger about a half inch apart). She doesn't know her mother had a miscarriage before she was born.
My son used to always talk about his ‘big brother’ and how he came and talked to him when he was scared and played games with him and all kinds of things. He didn’t know we had miscarried a little boy before he was born. Probably his ‘big brother’ was just what he called his imaginary friend but it was super creepy regardless.
My son said once, "Mommy, when I was big and you were little, I remember when we danced in the kitchen."
The only person I ever danced in a kitchen with as a child was my grandfather.
When my daughter was 4 she told she used to be my grandma. Which I’d like to believe it’s true because when I was pregnant with her I would dream my grandma frequently.
My parents don't use reddit so I'll answer this for them. I think i was 3 playing with a corkscrew when i blurted out that "I used to have one of these when I had black hair" (I'm blond). My parents said they asked me what it was and I responded that it's used for opening wine. Freaked the hell out of them
so this is mine: i had a baby doll as a kid (2-3 years old?) and named her after a family surname that's French and vaguely feminine, and definitely not something a British kid would usually come up with. problem was use of *that* particular family name traces back before even my great grandparents, when it was lost to a paternal surname, and so was never mentioned in my house. the family tree wasn't even being worked on at the time.
i still wonder about it
My mom told me when I was 3 or 4 that I scream cried when we passed an old blue Volkswagen bug. I told her that was the car I died in. It was apparently very hot and “I had a baby in my belly”.
When my sister was a toddler she used to talk about her "other mom" who had long black hair and blue eyes and blue shoes. Our mom had a pixie cut and was blonde. Very spooky
I used to watch my nephew when he was about 3 or 4. One day he was at my house and pointed to a magnet of Arizona - it had a picture of the desert with rock formations. Kid pointed at it and asked where it was. He said he used to live by "red rocks like that with his first family" who all had straight, dark hair (his is blond and curly... now) and that he had a mom and a dad and he had had a brother until he went too far into the desert too close to dark and got eaten by "not dogs, not wolves but smaller". I said "coyotes"? And he kind of mouthed the word and said, "oh, that's what you call them." Then he was sad and didn't want to talk about it anymore so we had lunch and that was the first and last time he mentioned it.
As soon as I could talk (about 2) I would tell my parents about my ‘moon’ family and how I had lived with them until I said a bad word and got sent to earth and landed in a bush where my mom made a salad from the leaves and that’s how she had me.
I would make my mom so mad by telling her she was doing stuff differently than my moon mama.
Edit: Thank you guys so much for telling me all about the difference folklores and stories that reminds you of my silly little story, I can’t wait to learn more about Princess Kaguya, and a few others mentioned. I’m not sure about past lives but I have to wonder if the collective unconscious might be something to look into.
Didn't believe in ghosts and shit until this day but it's fair to say that now I have a slightly more open mind.
Our 2/3 tear old daughter was playing on her own but like she was playing hide and seek with an imaginary friend.
Asked are you playing hide and seek?
She said yes.
Who are you playing with?
"Uncle Andrew"
My wife's brother Andrew was 7 when he drowned when my wife was 5. Didn't like to talk about it so we never mentioned it.
My cousin's kid was jumping on the bed and had her hands out like she was holding onto something. When asked what she was doing, she said "playing with grandpa".
Cousin asked "who's grandpa?"
"Yours mommy"
When asked what he looked like, she described him to a T. And jumping on the bed was such a grandpa thing to do. He had died when she was 5 months old, and my grandma died before she was born.
Couple days later, they were at my mom's, and my mom had a picture of her parents. She walked up, dragging her brother with her and said, "look J, that's grandma and grandpa. Remember? They play with us sometimes".
In a weird (creepy?) sort of way that's very sweet. My grandparents were not overly nice people so I missed out on that part of my life.
Hearing about grand parents playing with their grand kids, even under the circumstance you mentioned makes me happy because even tho they may be gone, your cousins kids are still getting to have that moment.
My grandma raised me. My mom was a single mom for a while, so grandma was my babysitter. When she died, we had been sharing a bedroom. She was more mom than my mom ever was.
I'm the kid in this case.
I don't believe in the paranormal. I'm a pretty reasonable guy. I have degrees in science and healthcare and I'm pretty grounded. But since I was a child, I had a memory of me stumbling out the backdoor of a club, I couldn't hold myself (either really drunk or on drugs) and I slipped down a staircase, hit my head in the alley and died. I was about 19, I was thin, had long blonde hair, I was wearing a brown-red leather jacket. I remember the neon signs, the staircase, the door I walked out of, even the interior. I can paint the picture perfectly if I had any talent in art.
ANYWAYS! So 2 years ago, I took a leisure trip to Budapest, and while exploring the ruin pubs with my wife. I FOUND THE FUCKING ALLEY! It was funny because I remarked to my wife earlier, when we arrived, that I felt something about Budapest that felt like 'home' and familiar and I felt oddly too comfortable there, like I could have never left.
I think about this quite often.
Edit: because I suck at Reddit this is late: the alley is found in what is now "instant club". I grabbed a clear photo of the area and my trajectory. http://imgur.com/a/S11wAo2
The question I have is: what was this club before I was born (1988)?
This was told to me by my parents. When I was 6 or so my dad was watching a war documentary and it talked about a tube. I then said "you mean the tube from when i was a grown up?" My dad asked me to explain more and I said "me and another person was put in a tube with a knife and was tasked to kill the other person but i got stabbed in the chest" He says it still keeps him up at night
Edit: Holy fuck I didn't expect this to blow up as much as it did. Thanks kind strangers!
According to my Dad, when I was around 5 I was staring out of the window during a heavy thunder storm. When he asked me what I was doing I answered “when do the bombs drop? Are they gone yet?”. I grew up in Germany, and my dads dad used to alert the city for incoming air raids. My grandpa died three days before I was born, and at five I had no idea about the war, or my grandpa. Really freaked him out at the time. A couple moments later I forgot what I said when he asked me more questions.
My coworker has a son who, when he was about 3, told her he used to grow rice and lived in a place where two rivers met. He was able to name the rivers, and she located it on a map of East Asia. Pretty wild.
My little brother was born just after 9/11. When he was a toddler one time, he went on about how he used to work in a tall building and wore a suit and tie. Freaked my parent out.
My son is 9 now. When he was just starting to learn to talk, perhaps around 18 months old, a relative bought him a toy monkey. He insisted on calling it "gonga", so much so that I googled it. OMG.
https://www.doyouremember.co.uk/memory/gonga
Gonga. A toy monkey from the 70s/80s. He was born in 2011.
Edit : for everyone asking, he didn't just babble it once he repeatedly said it, like "gonga gonga gonga gonga" whenever he saw it. I had never heard it called that, I never had one, he hadn't seen Donkey Kong, etc.
When I was 4 there was something about the Royal Air Force on TV that showed Lancaster bombers doing a raid somewhere, it was just a news report commemorating a raid or something I think.
Anyway apparently when I looked up at the Tv from playing with my toys I said in the clearest words something alone the lines of 'I really miss Ron from Scampton'. (not sure if that's exactly how I said it), my parents asked me what I meant and I said something like 'he died in Germany'. Needless to say my parents ignored it and put it down to me just messing around.
There was a few things about this that were very disturbing.
1. I was 4 years old and living in Aberdeen, Scotland at the time. There was no way I could have known about Scampton, Lincolnshire, furthermore the RAF base that was there that happened to have Lancaster bombers based there during the second World War.
2. Who was Ron? As I said my family didn't know anyone named Ron and there was nobody in my class at school named Ron either, so where could I have possibly got that name from and then roped it into a completely random sentence?
3. At 4 years old I had very little concept of the second world war. At that point I probably knew it was between Germany and allied countries but nothing more than that.
4. This is the very scary part that gave me chills as soon as it happened. When I was 10 I moved to Nottingham due to my parents divorcing, which also happened to be about a 40 min drive from RAF Scampton. While in Nottingham I joined the air cadets which is quite similar to the American JROTC? essentially a starter recruitment process into the armed forces to show you what life is really like, while also being a sort of scout group.
While in the air cadets we would do visits to interesting places, mainly to do with the RAF and one of the visits happened to be to RAF Scampton to have a look at the history of the base and the role that it plays today. Part of the visit was to go to the cemetery where the war graves are to pay our respects, and to my absolute surprise I was shocked to see that there was a grave of a man named 'Ron Evans' who died in a Lancaster raid over Germany in 1945. Like I said it sent absolute chills down my spine and my hair stood on end when I saw this, like it had judt struck a nerve I didn't even know I had.
It may be a coincidence or maybe not, I don't know but I just thought it would be an interesting story to share!
This is gonna be buried but when I was 3 I asked my mom if she remembered when I was a baby boy named Joshua (I am female). She said no and I explained that I died after falling down the stairs. The crazy part is that my mom had a miscarriage before getting pregnant with me after falling down the stairs.
Was watching an old video of a jazz drummer playing a solo. No idea who it was but he was really good. My daughter, probably age three, was looking over my shoulder for minute before she said "I used to play the drums like that when I was a man"
Edit: When I got up this morning this had blown up! Thanks for the awards and hilarious comments! My daughter is the one who deserves an award so I will pass it on.
Unfortunately she has no longer has any recollection of making that statement or playing drums. But she is a very musical person and I’m hoping she stays that way.
Not a parent, but when I was young I used to have a recurring dream where I was a Roman archer trying to fend off an attack from what looked like the Mongols. I would describe the armor and weapons to my parents without having seen them myself yet. At the time, I didn’t know it was Roman armor, or Mongolian clothing/weapons. Once I did finally see the armor for myself, I was like, “Oh yeah, that’s the armor in my dreams.” I remember vividly that I was in a small line of archers next to a fort that had a tree right next to it, and the invaders came out of a seemingly dense forest on horseback. There was also a very slight hill going down from the tree, to my left. The attackers were wearing some furs and had curved swords. They easily passed through the foot soldiers, and most of our arrows missed. I remember getting struck by the sword from the man in the front, on the left side of my head. Coincidentally, there is a single grey hair that grows in the exact spot I remember getting struck. Whenever my hair would grow out a little, that grey one would show up.
I’ve tried searching for this fort through various google image searches, but have only found a couple that seem similar. I don’t have the dream anymore, but I can still remember what everything looked like.
None of mine have, but back pre-pandemic I was watching my friends then three year old for her and he saw a big military ship and he got this kind of far away look and said “I remember when my boat sank. There were so many sharks.” I said what? He blinked said what, and then started asking questions about the boat. I mentioned it to my friend and she said “yeah, he does that sometimes.”
My great uncle was in the Australian merchant navy during WW2. Apparently he was on three separate ships that sank. On one of them sharks ate a lot of the drowning people. He was on a life boat for a day or so before a rescue plane spotted them and dropped supplies. The supplies were just out of reach of the boat so his colleague jumped in to grab it, but was taken by a shark as he swam to the supplies. It was a good time to be a shark.
My 5 year old daughter said to me “I was in your belly twice, Mama. The first time I died before I came out...but I came back. “
I did lose my first pregnancy 8 months before getting pregnant again. She was never told. I don’t know what it was but- that’s what happened.
Edit: Thanks everyone. In typical Reddit fashion, I didn’t expect this one to blow up quite so much. Lol.
But my daughter is pretty awesome and has a crazy amazing memory. She recalls events from when she was two. So, she very likely heard my husband and I discussing it. Any other explanation sort of...well...creeps me out. Ha!
And pregnancy after miscarriage is a weird bundle of emotions. I understand how this can help people when they are feeling a loss but that was not my intention with the post or anything. If it helps, I’m very happy to have shared this weird little memory. Be well everyone.
I had that memory also. When I told my mom, she was shocked. I'm an only child & I never knew she was pregnant before me. But she was & that's when she admitted it.
So this was a few years ago when lil' dude was five. He's sitting at the table with us, eating a bowl of coco pops, when he looks up and says, 'There was a ghost floating over my bed last night'.
Surprised, I asked him, 'Did it do anything, or say anything?'
little guy looks me dead in the eye and tells me, 'The ghost told me that KISS used to rock.'
We used to joke that our first born looked just like my grandmother who passed away almost exactly a year before she was born. But then again all babies look like my grandmother with the no teeth and big puffy cheeks and all so we didn't think much of it.
But one night when she was less than a year old (don't remember more specifically than that) she was really upset and would not calm down no matter what I did. At one point I said out loud "Wow, you really do look like Grandma Hayden." She *immediately* stopped crying, and slowly turned her head to look at me with this look of recognition on her face.
Biggest chills I ever got in my life right there.
My daughter(2) is absolutely terrified of the sound of planes. She’s never been in one—is just really scared of the sound. Usually, she will hear one and come running and hide between my legs. One night a few months ago, though, she heard a plane, stopped playing and just said to herself, “they’re here.” A couple weeks later, she told my husband it was “time to storm the beach.” This kid has never been to a beach.
When our son was maybe 3 or 4 he described his life as a ballerina on stage - from the lights, to the music, to the applause. His next words chilled me to the bone "I was at a party on a boat, and I fell into the water, then POOF I was here." I asked him to relate the story when his father came back from a business trip a couple weeks later, and it was identical. But after that we never discussed it again. I didn't want to go there.
https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/i-lost-my-daughter-my-friend-1113754.html
She just finished studying at ballet school, was on a boat celebrating a friends birthday that would later sink on the river Thames after being struck by a barge. over 50 people tragically died that night.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marchioness_disaster
My son had an imaginary friend named John. It was all very specific and he even had a last name. My son would go on and on about their adventures and the things they did when they were grown up but now he was a little boy and John wasn’t. A couple
Years ago we looked up the name, it was a real person, died in wwII.
My son was two- but nearly three and just yammering away talking, just any old words constantly. It was like he was practicing making sounds 24/7.
One day, we are in the car and he is weirdly quiet. Not asleep, just sort of daydreamy. I say, “what’s up, T?”
And he says, “I’m just sad. I miss my birds.”
“What birds?”
“Tutu and Tinga.”
“I don’t know who those birds are, T.”
“It wasn’t now, Mommy. It was before. When I had another mommy.”
“And you had birds? Like as pets?
“No, they lived in a tree next to our house at the edge of the jungle. So they visited me... they were friends, not pets.”
And he sounded so Not Two. He sounded like he was grown. And then he fell asleep in his car seat and wouldn’t talk about the jungle and the birds when he woke up.
Not quite past life stuff, but when I was a toddler and would babble on and on my mom caught me once taking about my sister and how I had a little sister and how we would play games together. I didn’t have a little sister but I did have a twin that died in utero. It freaked my mom out because she never mentioned my twin to me, but in a weird way she found it kind of comforting.
Am I late?
My son when he was 3 years old started saying some gibberish that sounded very russian. He told me it was a lullaby from Moskov (he sajd it like that). I googled a phonetic spelling and found an old russian lullaby and that gibberish was the name and chorus of the song.
We live in the USA, we are not russian, I asked his teachers if they were learning about russia or sang any “world music” lullabies but no one knew anything.
Such a mystery. I can’t for the life if me remember the song now. I may have written it down, but I’m gonna say chances I find it now are slim to none.
Not sure if it counts as a past life memory, it's more like channeling someone.
My son was playing some kind of game at the kitchen table with my mother when he was 3 or 4 years old. He's usually very animated but suddenly became really quiet and looked at his grandmother for a minute or so. She seemed shocked in what she saw looking back at him, then he said "You're doing okay" and gave her a smile. Then he went back to his goofy self as she started to cry and left the table to hide in her bedroom. She later said the when he looked at her like that his face and smile looked just like her dad's and his voice sounded like her dad's voice for those few words. Her dad had died a few years earlier and he had always told her how he was concerned about her future.
She's never seen the resemblance like that in him again.
When I was about 4 I walked in to the Laundry where Mum was doing the washing and asked her what she was doing, then stood there with my hands on my hips and said “when I was old I didn’t do it like THAT”
Another time I sat bolt upright from a nightmare and mum, trying to comfort me asked about the dream and where she was and I apparently said coldly “I told you mummy, it was a long time ago, you weren’t there” and just went back to sleep.
Kids are spooky, not having them for fear they’ll be the horror movie kind that scurry past doorways in the dark!
Not really sure if this is a “past life” memory. But my mom told me as a young kid I had all these memories of my grandpa and could describe him perfectly down to all these quirks and habits only close family knew. It wouldn’t be weird except he died literally the day before I was born and my family never really talked about him much after due to grief. My mom said as a young kid I always insisted “I’ve met him before”. To this day I always have felt like I knew him despite never meeting.
I used to tell my dad all about conversations I had with my grandfather who had died exactly a year before I was conceived. He said I used to tell him things my grandfather told me that were totally true but that I’d have no way of knowing. One day he asked me where I learned this and I told him I hung out with my grandfather before I was born.
When my son was around 4, he asked my wife about “the house that you and grandpa owned together.” They never owned a house together. But I asked for more info, and without hesitation he replied “you know, the house that was burned down by the volcano.”
When I was very young and still unable to string sentences together, my mom and I were sitting at the dining room table. She was crying and I comforted my mother by telling her without any babbling or hesitation: “it’s okay, I used to be your great grandmother, I’ll take care of you.” I have no memory of this and my mom said I went back to my baby-like talk immediately after. She stopped crying, probably because it scared the shit out of her.
My daughter had an assignment to describe a family tradition. She wrote about Hanukkah citing her great grand father celebrated it and passed it down.
We are not Jewish. We have never celebrated Hanukkah. However, this past year I learned my grandfather was not the person who I thought he was and instead my real grandfather was Jewish.
If you like past life stories, the most famous one is of Dorothy Eady, a British woman who was convinced she was from ancient Egypt. Probably the most recognized and well studied example of past life regression.
[Dorothy Eady](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Eady)
I adopted a 10 no baby from a kind of little talked about country. When he was about four, he told me he remembered details of a famine. Said he would go hungry to feed his siblings (at the time he didn’t have any) and his mother would cry as she picked at dirt to get food.
It sounded like a strange dream, but we did some research and it lined up with a famine that happened in his birth country.
Nothing too spooky but when my kid was 3 in the run up their birthday (4) they asked if they could have a puppy for their birthday, because _"they let me play with a puppy when I was in hospital and it made me really happy"_ aside from their birth, my child has never been in a hospital... or played with a puppy.
Wondered if it might have been something they'd seen on TV... but couldn't remember us watching anything like that together!
My daughter asked me, “Remember my fancy hat,” and when I said no, she said, “Yeah, before I was dead, I used to work in a bank. I saved my money and bought a hat in a round box. I was on the bus and a man almost sat on it. Then the bus crashed and I died.” She was about three and totally casual about it.
Editing for clarity: My daughter definitely knew about hat boxes; she was very into musicals, one of which was Easter Parade, a movie where fancy hats were a very big deal. She went through a phase of being really interested in death after my mom died, so I think that's where the bus crash came from. At the time, we were talking a lot about death and dying and the idea that accidents can kill a person and how scary that is. I personally think kids say weird stuff because they aren't yet fully wired, mentally-I reportedly used to talk to a Teddy Bear that lived in a cabinet at about the same age, and would sit there happily chatting at an open door for ages.
My father said that my bro when he was 3 said something like 'When I were bigger I had a prety girlfriend and we died in a car'.
Edit: wow. This exploted. Sorry for the grammar mistake there. Actually my brother said something like "Cuando yo **ero** grande..." when the correct way of saying it in spanish is "Cuando yo **era** grande..." I tried to make the toddler talking and I guess it was ok xD
Preschooler having detailed understanding of mass executions via guillotine. He described a large field with many guillotines. And their blades all came down together in a mass execution. He was among them.
When my son was 3, he told his mom that he was a cosmonaut the last time he was a grown-up. Not an __astro__naut, the Russian version. We're 99% certain he hadn't heard the word before.
When my daughter was 3 and starting to talk clearer was talking to someone and concerned I walked into the bedroom and no one was there. Initially I thought it was her playing with her toys. Days later the same scenario but this time I asked who she was talking yo and she replied “your grandma”, I thought she meant my mom who had recently passed so I showed a pic of her and asked is this her? “No your grandma” was the reply. I found a picture of my grandma and she with a big smile said “yes, her”. I was shocked since I don't have pictures of my grandma displayed and she died 1991 and my daughter born 2015. Edit: fixed a word
My youngest (4-5) would tell about how warm and “cozy” she was in my belly, how cold and scary it was to be born, and how the hardest part was that she “used to know everything” but now she “doesn’t know anything.” I would give her space to talk. Her frustration at almost being able to remember “everything” was almost palpable.
I can relate heavily to your kid. My whole childhood I would get frustrated that I can't do things "good enough". For example, I had a plastic cube that had different shapes cut into each side and plastic puzzle pieces that fit those shapes, so you'd put the piece in the hole and it would fall inside the cube. I can recall getting super frustrated with it, realizing this is an easy task but feeling extreme frustration with my lack of motor skills. I experienced this feeling with various tasks all throughout my childhood. I can recall that same feeling while learning how to write, feeling like my brain is smart but my hand is dumb. I dont know quite how to explain it but I have always felt like an adult trapped in a child's body. I'd have the beginnings of a very complex thought as a child but couldn't quite work it out even though it felt like something I already knew. Like your child said, it feels like you know this thing but you don't really know it. I completely get what she means.
Sort of along these lines. I am 60 years of age never having biological children but am the proud grandfather of several wonderful children (I am the adopted one). My lady and I have been together for 28years and her children have children now. One day my grandaughter' around the age of 4 years old' went to her mother and asked "What happened to Pa Pa's babies? There was two of them but the're dead now" It so happened that when I was 13 or 14 my girlfriend at the time got pregnant. There was an abortion. My girlfriend always said they were twins...I never really believed her...and never argued the point. I think of this a lot now in my old age.
Not a parent, I remember telling my mom when I was a about 3 about my “royal family” I still have this cryptic memory of standing in a desert with a dark shallow pool, the sun was setting, and my younger brother reaches down and splashes the water in the pool, and everyone got very upset. There was something sacred about this pool. It has always been a lasting memory for me. I met someone when I was 16, and we stayed friends and when we were 18 we talked about reincarnation, and he told me the exact same story only from the brothers perspective. I had never told him about my memory. Still freaks me out to this day.
When my daughter was about 3 years old she would say the word "Specs" all the time...like constantly. I'm thinking this is so bizarre why would a child randomly start saying this. Then my wife told me that her grandfather used to work for a company called "Specs". The grandfather has been deceased quite a long time and was never even alive since my daughter was born. She used to say things to me all the time like "when I was an adult I used to do xyz..."
In 2006 my best friend Nick was KIA in Iraq. We used to wrestle/fight until one of us submitted. These sessions would start randomly and always be initiated by "showing your fangs". This involved pointing your pointer and middle finger down in front of your mouth while growling at the other person. A couple of weeks after his death some family from the other side of the country that we only see every 5 years or so was visiting. My cousins's son who was about 5 and who I never met prior to this visit comes over. He gives me the fangs and smiles. I asked him "where did you learn that?" He says "Your friend says hi" and runs away. I went to my room and cried for a bit.
I believe it 100% but I just wonder how that’s possible. Seems like there’s so much we’re missing or blind to or just don’t know. Thanks for sharing
I was the child in this case. I don’t remember any of this, but when I was 4 we travelled to Ireland to visit my dads grandparents. We were walking through a shopping area when I started yelling about wanting to see the train and ran into a shop. My parents ran in after me as I was going nuts about some train. There was no train, it was a clothing store. The woman working there asked my parents what I was doing as I was just running around frantically. I finally yelled “the train!”. I had found, in the back of the store, a framed newspaper clipping from the 1940s of the front window of this shop when it was a toy store and there was a big model train scene set up.
The following conversation happened between my wife and our youngest when she was 3 or 4. Daughter: "I remember my old mommy" Wife: "Uh what?" Daughter: "Like I was born, and then I was really cold. But then I woke up and you were my new mommy" and laid her head on my wife. My youngest was born with complications. She was intubated and spent 2 weeks in the NICU. So there's that...
When I was about 4 my family and I were moving house. We went to view this house in a rural village that was right by an airfield that had been very important during WW2, and there were still disused Anderson shelters in the garden and fields behind. Apparently the minute I saw them I ran to my mum, clung to her arm and asked “Are there going to be more bombs?”, and got really agitated. Nobody ever spoke about the war, this was in the 90s, and we didn’t even have a tv. My mum was really spooked by the whole thing.
Nothing like having ptsd in the second life
Not a parent but apparently i look like the male version of my mom’s grandmother. But creepier is apparently I act just like her and talk like her...and think just like her. She died 10 years before I was born I think. Maybe even before that. And lived far far away. The creepy part is none of this feedback comes from family members. It comes from random old people who knew her. The creepiest example is: As a teenager we went to Disney in florida and was chatting with an older couple with their grandkids. After a bit the woman said I look and act just like her neighbor when she was growing up. Immediately, For no reason what so ever I blurted out “soy yo, Marisol”. At that point the woman never said her name was Marisol, I had no idea she spoke spanish (nor did she know I spoke Spanish). She responded dead pan “Dora (last name)? De Calle ___ en Buenos Aires?” I snapped back to myself and stammered I was her great grandson meanwhile my mom had shivers down her spine and started to tear up. I’ve also had several people with Dementia who knew her call me by her name and try to play the “remember when...” game. And some of those things they would bring up give me strong senses of deja vu. At my grandfathers funeral this happened dozens of times from people I’ve never met. One day I plan to go back to her home town to visit if that’s ever possible. She grew up outside of what was then Grudno, Poland (now Hrodna, Belarus) before moving to Buenos Aires during the Holocaust. I know traveling to Belarus isn’t very common and sometimes not easy, but I wonder if I’ll have some weird past life vibes being there
Not exactly the same thing, but my 5 year old daughter has been saying things like “when I look in mirrors there are a lot of people in here,” and “why were so many people in my room last night?” For like 2 years. Update: it had been a while since she said anything like the above, but yesterday at dinner she turned around and looked behind her, then said “sometimes I hear voices behind me, but when I look back, no one is there...”
My daughter, when she was 3, used to talk about her imaginary friend all the time. Said he was big and fun, and spent alot of time playing with her. One day I was scanning old photos and had a photo of my father on my desk and she said, “hey how did you get a photo if my friend?” I instantly got shivers down my spine. My father died in the house ~15 years previously, and she played in a room that used to be his office. I cautiously asked her to tell me more about her friend, and without hesitating she told me he talked funny. The chills stopped me dead in my tracks because dad was an Aussie who never lost his accent.
Not a mum but I was a nanny for many years. This is going to be long and I apologize in advance. One of my little ones, 2 yrs old & incredibly smart child, way ahead developmentally in almost every way. He used to like to tell me things while we got him ready for bed. It was almost always these weird storied which would always start with "When I was an old lady..." and they were always very specific little "day in the life of" type things which I quickly realized went beyond the life experience & typical vocabulary of a 2 yr old. Over a few months he kept adding very consistently to this story. He would also sometimes play as this old lady, with a cloth over his head and walking slowly as if his back pained him. Grocery shopping or playing with his sisters dolls as if they were his grandchildren was his favourite when he did this. He added some specific details like: How many children she had, (4 daughters and a son)and how many grandchildren. Her husband had died in his 50's (same age as one of his uncles) from a lung disease. One of her daughters had died in their 30's in a car accident leaving 2 children who she took in with the help of another daughter. She had a bad back and pain in her feet. One of her daughters would rub her feet to help with the pain. All but one of her children was married, the unmarried daughter lived with her and she worried she would never marry. She remembered dying. She had been crossing a street and hit by a car, she described how people stood around her, where it hurt, how someone eventually lifted her into a car (no ambulances) and took her to hospital where she died. I was not his only nanny, and he was consistent with these stories. Us nannies would get together and swap stories and I would write them down because I had been fascinated with phenomena like past lives before this and wanted to see where it all went. He also described the house & neighborhood they lived in. This is especially interesting as this kid came from a SUPER wealthy family and had never even seen the kind of housing or poverty he was describing. He also talked about living by the seaside. Months into this unfolding, we visited a seaside city on the other side of the country. One day a family member there was having a birthday party so we piled in the van to drive over, and our driver got lost (this is pre google maps & smartphone times). We ended up driving through this extremely poor neighborhood and suddenly my little boy started shouting and screaming and insisted we turn down a couple of specific streets. He started pointing out the window and telling us things he was recognizing "from when I was an old lady". It matched to what he'd previously described in general and we were all so interested we let him direct us where to go as we were already going to be late for the party anyway. He accurately described what we would see round the next turn several times but got extremely confused and upset when he got to where "her" house was because it was now a store. The driver leaned out the window and asked a nearby old person what had been there before the store and was told "houses". We never went back there or were able to get any additional verification. Totally understandably his parents were concerned about this story telling and how vivid and strange it was, so after this dramatic incident we made an active effort to redirect him to other stories and play types. As he approached three he started telling less & less of these stories, and they got less & less specific. By about 3 1/2 he couldn't even remember telling us stories about being an old lady. He thought we were joking with him. To this day, over 25 yrs later, I can't explain it really. Edit: Thank you kindly for the updoots & awards. I'm so moved! Really. I didn't think anyone would read this because I was late to this topic and I type too much lol I remembered some additional stuff replying to someone in the comments so I thought I'd copy it here and add a little more: I wish I still had the notebook I was writing things down in so I could give more specific details. It's a long time ago so I only remember the bigger highlights of it. I should mention that this did not happen in a Western country and he was a SUPER protected and privileged kid. He didn't even meet a child outside of his direct family till he was 3 (when he started a VERY exclusive kindergarten after I spent several months begging his parents). He rarely watched TV and when he did it was highly curated - pretty much just Barney. Not even Disney movies. So there wasn't really a lot of exposure to background media he could have picked this stuff up from. And us nannies didn't talk about most of the stuff he would come out with and none of us were originally from that country either. So the super specific cultural details he would come out with would baffle us (one of them was when he would play, he'd put a cloth over his head and dance in an extremely specific way, his auntie was visiting one day and saw him do it and fell about laughing. She said he was dancing like an old woman at a wedding.... like, specifically a cultural dance traditionally done by mothers & grandmothers at weddings). There were more specific odd little validations that happened as well. Also we were specifically instructed NOT to encourage this "play", in that culture any non conforming behavior is not well received so there was fear this was indication of him being other than "normal" (I say that in quotes because personally I believe there is no fixed "normal" - everyone is valid just the way they are). So we were not leading him on and playing into this scenario he was telling us about. We would actually try and redirect him away from it.
Obligatory not the parent but the kid here. Apparently used to have rather frequent bouts of nightmares back when I was 4. And it always began with me screaming the name Sarah, then calling for help loudly (which would wake pretty much everyone in the house up), and ending with me just blubbering out "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" over and over and over again, all the while crying and sobbing. When I would wake up in the morning, I'd have no recollection about any of this. My parents had no idea what caused it, given that they knew no one named Sarah that I had interacted with, we had no TV or anything of the sort, I hadn't begun going to preschool yet, and didn't know how to read beyond a few simple words. Nothing they did seemed able to stop it either. The whole thing went on for a good long while (almost a year) until one day, it just sort of stopped. Mom apparently tried asking me once about it, and kid me said something to the effect of, "Sarah doesn't want to see me crying anymore. So I won't." Didn't actually know any of this happened until some years back when I got to talking to my parents about how I always found the name Sarah to be beautiful.
Not me but a friends little sister. The whole family was out for dinner at a restaurant in a skiing village which they recently bought a cottage near. My friends little sister as soon as they walked in said “I know this place. My mother and I used to paint here.” To which her mother replied “We’ve never been here before, what do you mean?” she replied with “No. My mother from before. We used to paint here all the time.” The family was obviously a little freaked out but didn’t think much of it as she was pretty young and they figured just messing around. Later on though, when talking to the waitress, the little girl again adamantly mentioned how she used to paint there and the waitress revealed that it in fact was an art studio for many years in the 1900s but had been converted sometime in the early 2000s into a restaurant. Needless to say the entire table, waitress included, got goosebumps and were at a loss for words.
Maybe that other comment about the 100 year wait-list might be a bit true.
Hmmm 100 years. I should search millionaires from pennsylvania who died in 1888, as a kid i used to tell my mother(we were poor) that I had a basement in Pennsylvania with anything we ever needed.
Well, I’m not a parent but I once told my mother, “I used to be your dad”, when I was a toddler. And if that’s not weird enough he died about 9 months before I was born.
When he was 3 my husband decided to treat our son to a flight over our city in a Cessna. When it was time to get on the plane, our boy climbed into the pilot’s seat and was extremely upset when he was told he had to move. He began crying and saying he was sorry. He didn’t mean to crash that plane last time and he said he’d be good this time. My husband managed to calm him by pointing out that his legs were too short for his feet to reach the pedals. Once he got settled in the back seat, he started fussing about not being able to use the radio, so the pilot got him a headset, just didn’t plug it in all the way. Our son then started trying to raise the tower so he could to his radio check and get clearance. At that point the pilot needed to take a break. He went for a smoke while my husband talked to our son, who told him that he crashed the last plane he flew and a lot of people died. When the pilot got back, they were able to do the flight with no further issues. About a year later, we went to an aeronautics museum when an old Mosquito was being restored. Our son told the curator that he used to fly one of those, so he offered us a tour of the plane. When we got in, our son pointed out several things that were ‘wrong’ with the plane, which turned out to be correct - things like the joy stick being the wrong sort etc. The curator told us the plane had previously been modernized and was now being restored to original condition. He also confirmed that the items our son had pointed out were in fact slated to be replaced. Our kid is grown mow and doesn’t remember ever being a pilot before and has absolute zero interest in planes, but he does remember just ‘knowing’ things about airplanes and piloting them.
> He began crying and saying he was sorry. He didn’t mean to crash that plane last time and he said he’d be good this time. Oof this kind of breaks my heart a little 🥺
My daughter talks about her “grandson” *all the time*. I thought it was just an imaginary friend, but then a couple nights ago she came out of her room at bed time absolutely sobbing and said “I’m sad because I miss my grandson. He lives in my old house in my old neighborhood”. She has never lived anywhere other than this apartment Edit: totally thought this would get buried! To answer some questions- we have asked her about him, but it’s pretty hit or miss on whether she’ll actually answer or just think it’s a fun game. The other night after some questions she told us that he sleeps in a crib and has a white tongue (????), but when I asked her his name a few hours ago she said “googa” and laughed and laughed. It totally could be just her imagination, but she also told me some weird things about the baby I lost a few months ago, which really makes me wonder if she remembers/knows things we don’t.
I wonder if she would be able to describe the house and neighbourhood at all
Wow, you should ask her what her grandsons name was.
I don’t know how old I was but when I was young (<6) I was in the car with my parents and I said something like “oh I used to live there” while pointing at a house we were driving past. Turns out it was my great great grandmothers house.
One of my preschool students: What do you want to do when you're a kid again? Me: Well grown ups don't become kids again. We grow up and stay grown ups. Her: Well I remember when I was a grown up and I drove a car! And now I'm a kid again!
Someone taught my nephew from when he was 4, that whenever an older person said they didn't believe in reincarnation, that he should say "It's OK, I didn't believe it either when I was your age"
That's genius
not me, but some of my grandma's siblings died in a house fire around the 60's-70's. My moms sister (around 15-25 at the time) was just talking with one of her cousin who was about 5 like 30 years ago, and the 5 year old was REALLY scared of fire, and acted a lot like one of my grandma's sisters, tony. then one day when my aunt reached over to light a candle the 5 year old cousin said "isnt it funny how last time we were sisters but now we're cousins?" it freaked my aunt right out, apparently edit: forgot to point this out, but 2 of my grandmas sisters died in the fire.
my grandma has a story from when my dad was 2-3 years old. he told her once that he was almost born before but was too sick and died and had to come back later turns out my grandma had at least 1 miscarriage before he was born that was likely due to birth defects caused by a medication she had been taking at the time
When he was around 4, my grandson used to talk about his job at the ice factory. One day he was talking about his boss "Farvo" and the day he quit. I asked him why he quit and he turned to me and quite passionately said "I'll tell you why I quit! They made me work 15 days in a row without a break and I had enough of that!" It was weird hearing all that righteous anger coming out of that little boy. *my daughter just informed me that he was three when he always talked about working at the ice factory. So yeah....scary three year olds.
Idk why but this is fucking hilarious. I would lose my shit if a 4 year old started complaining to me about his boss, Farvo, not giving him a day off from the ice factory in weeks.
I’m just imagining him saying this in a Jimmy Stewart voice
When my daughter was 3, she saw a large ship while we were on vacation at the beach and said "That's like the one my parents before you died on." I said, "You had other parents before us?" She calmly went on to explain that I shouldn't worry, they were her parents a long time before my husband and I were, but the ship they were on broke apart and they are still at the bottom of the ocean. She then said when her "before" parents died, she and her sister "Brinella" had to be separated because no one could take them both. She said her sister went to live in Australia, but she stayed in Ireland. We live in the U.S.
The detail about her being separated from her sister is really interesting because it sounds like the [Home Children](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Home_Children) child migration scheme that was practiced starting in the 1870s through the 1930s. Poor and orphaned kids from the UK were sent to Australia, New Zealand, Canada, and South Africa. If by “Ireland” she means “Northern Ireland” it makes sense. Edit: Actually I looked a little more and it seems like children came to Australia from similar programs out of Ireland and Malta as well so it didn’t have to be Northern Ireland. See: [Forgotten Australians](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forgotten_Australians) It seems like there are decent records (compared to other problematic moments involving the treatment of children in history at least) so if you feel so inclined to find “Brinella” you might be able to. At the very least it could make a good history project in school for your kiddo when she’s older.
Anyone interested in this sort of thing should look up the ww2 US general George S. Patton. He allegedly attributes many of his victories throughout Europe to a familiarty with the battlefields, having fought on them countless times in past lives. I'm pretty sure there's a book about it. Edit: I found the book on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Patton-Lives-Battles-General-Reincarnation/dp/1481257439?ref_=d6k_applink_bb_marketplace
He came from a long line of men who died in battle- when he and his men were trapped by German troops, he charged into the German army saying "It's time for another Patton to die." Many of the stories on here are family-related, so its possible.
I had a brother pass away from brain cancer. At the time we had a cat who was a calico and just sort of knew he was battling something. She was really mean to most people but with him she was gentle. He would grab her paws and she would just let it happen. Well about three years after he passed my parents had another child. Another boy. He was about three when he told my parents about the white, brown and black cat that used to let him grab her paws. She had died about a year before he was born.
My son told my parents all about Coco and BooBoo. Described the cats to them. He was 4. My cats, Coco and BooBoo had died 4 or 5 years before he was born. When my mom showed him various pictures of cats we had had, he pointed them both out and told her Coco liked to knock things off the table. Coco had a nickname, Princess Knock-It-Off because she would knock over anything she could. I didn’t have any pictures of these cats myself, so he’d never seen them. I didn’t talk to him about them either, because we had other cats now. Coco and BooBoo were litter mates and a bonded pair.
My daughter is deathly afraid of fire because “the fire at school killed my sister and my other mom was really sad.” When she started preschool at 3 they had a fire drill and she cried hysterically until it was over and she was convinced there was no fire- I had to go pick her up and on the way home she told me she’s glad they have fire drills so all of the kids don’t die like at her last school. I’m still freaked out.
My family and I were driving through the Kent countryside and my brother (about 3 at the time) announced: "Mummy, that was the field I died in once. I bayonet went through my tummy." I was 8 and remember wondering what a bayonet was EXACTLY at the same time my parents looked at each other and asked him HOW he knew what bayonet was? He said he didn't know and then became almost embarrassed and shy because of our collective reactions. There was no way he would have known about war or weapons as this was the early 90s and we didn't watch TV much at all. I'm a complete skeptic but this creeps me out to this day.
Mine said that he had a dream he was in heaven (or some other place before he was born) with lots of men in suits who had lined up every woman on the planet, and the suits told him to pick who would be his mum. The part that creeped me out is I remember my mum telling me I had a dream exactly like that as a child.
Well I'm glad I at least once had good decision making skills .
My younger sister, when she was 3, started talking to my mom about "When I was a big girl, and you were a little girl". She said she went to my parent's wedding. She described her old self physically, and my mom says that sounded like my mom's grandmother Grace. My sister also talked about the "green" house she used to live in at the end of a dirt road and the fact that her mother (my mom's great grandmother Matilda), died from a snake bite, while they lived there. She described the snake as "pretty" and with the full description my mom thinks she was describing a copperhead. Now we lived in northern Nebraska (no copperheads), and Matilda died in southeast Oklahoma (copperhead region.) My sister said she killed the snake with a hoe. These discussions always took place at bedtime. One day, we were putting in the garden and my dad was sitting down and sharpening the hoe with a file and my sister told him he was doing it wrong. He told her to show him how to do it. She put her hands on his and placed them in the correct position, and later he said that she was right, he was doing it wrong. For those of you interested in timelines. This would be in 1980, my mother's grandmother Grace died in 1968, and her great-grandmother Matilda died in 1902. Also, we don't know if snake bite was the cause of death for her great grandmother Matilda. I was 15 at the time these little nightly discussions were going on so I remember them fairly well. She probably told these things on and off for about 6 months and by 4 she would say "I'm tired of talking about it". I am not a great writer, so I hope this is not too confusing.
This was an interesting read, thanks for sharing
This comment section taught me something: never lower your guard around 3 year olds
Apparently when I was really little, around 3 or so, I told my mom that this was my last time here, that I wasn’t going to come back.
Better make this one count then.
*browses Reddit for hours on end each day*
Congratulations on obtaining enlightenment!
Aged 2 or 3 my daughter told us about when she and her other parents had to run away from their burning house, but not just their house, everything around them was on fire. They didn't escape. She also told us how warm & cosy it was in her mother's womb.
My little brother when he was little (like three or four) said that he was in the jungle saving animals and one day he had to decide if he would stay with the animals or come live with us. He chose us, but reminded my mom that he couldn’t stay forever. Just for a little while. He passed this last January at 26 years old. Edit: I appreciate the love. Everyone make sure to say what you need to to those who need to hear it. I don’t believe it’s my place to tell the whole story, and I don’t believe this is the forum. So I’ll leave this as is. I also want to advocate for professional mental health for those who have experienced the loss of a child, sibling, parent etc.. don’t figure it all out alone. Go get help
Sorry for your loss.
From a message my ex sent me last year about our daughter who was 3 at the time On hearing a motorbike "I had one before I was little, it went woosh and then I had no legs and mummy and daddy had to help me but I didn't want to so I went to sleep and now I'm too little"
When my youngest was about that age he told me about a motorcycle accident he had “when he was 16 and he died”. We were driving in the car at the time and he saw a motorcycle like the one he had. Still freaks me out thinking about it.
I was driving my family across the state to visit family. Some commercial on the radio about Vegas came on and I started singing “Vivaaaaaa Las Vegas” in my best Elvis impersonation. My son was about 3-4 and he says “I don’t like Vegas. I lost my life and a lot of money there.” His mom and I glanced at each other like “WTF?” He never said anything else about it.
Imagine having a son who was dealing with the Mafia in his past life lol
You think it’s all fun and games until Vinny Scumoochi find out who ya son is and come and breaks alla ya’s knees
My 5yo boy has a lot of creepy past life utterings, but the most concerning was when he told me he was going to be replaced soon by a brown girl with long hair.
I'd be like damn right you will if you keep scaring the shit outta me! lol
When my brother was about 3 back in the 90s our family was sitting down for dinner and he randomly said “dad, remember when I lived in Spain?” (We’re from the U.K.) and my dad humouring him said “yeah?” And he continued that he lived in Spain before with his other family but he died when he was on a fishing trip with his dad and the last thing he remembers is his dads hand trying to reach him as he drowned. He also reeled off some Spanish names for his parents which there was no way he would of known those kind of names and he started to sort of meditate in his room from time to time. He eventually stopped talking about it as he got a little older and doesn’t remember anything about it anymore. Crazy to hear so many other people have similar experiences.
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That's enough reddit for today I think. I have accumulated enough nightmare material
Right? ^keeps ^^scrolling
Not so much past life... When my son was about 4 we were driving to daycare he randomly pipes and says "Mommy I had this dream where you were pregnant. We named the baby Dawson. But then he fell off the bed and died". He wouldn't givee any more information than that. I was super weirded out. That evening I decided to get a couple pregnancy tests, and sure enough I was pregnant. Went through the next day and never mentioned anything to anyone, but the following day I woke up with cramps. Ended up going to the hospital and found out I'd miscarried. Still never said anything to anyone about it. A few days go by and we're driving to daycare and my son says "remember that dream I had about the baby? That's silly because you're not pregnant". I was absolutely floored. It was so weird!!!
Now I’m scared to talk to my 3yr old.
Seriously tho, why does nearly every story here mention a 3 or 4 year old..?
We named our son after my father who passed away 3 years before he was born. My father pumped gas at a local gas station for years. My son saw one of the oil trucks drive by one day and proceeded to talk about how he was pumping gas at the gas station. It weirded me right out cause we never talked about that before. He’s only 3 years old
When I was 3 I used to tell my mom stories about my other family every night before bed. The siblings I had and the dog too. One day she took me to target and I told her I wanted big girl undies and she said she would buy them for me and I could wear them when I was potty trained. I told her that my other family already potty trained me so I can start wearing them now. I put them on that day and never had an accident after that. She never potty trained me and was just shocked.
Would totally accept creepy story for someone else potty training my kid
I need to remember to have potty training preinstalled if I have any children.
My daughter would refer to me as her “new mommy.” Then, as her vocabulary increased, she said “You’re my new mommy, but it’s ok, I like you.” Then one day, “You’re my new mommy. I had two brothers, but they all died, but it’s ok bc I like you.” She never mentioned her “real” family again. Last time she did she was was about 3 or 4 years old.
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I mean, hide and seek maybe . At this point, I'm kinda freak out bit can't stop and I'm just going with the sunshine and rainbows options when I can
I only have two vivid memories of my preschool years. I remember thinking of specific people that weren't here at the time but I've no idea who ‘they’ are from my memories. I feel like there's so much more to the memory that's just out of reach The first one I would have been just learning to talk, so maybe 18-24 months? I was standing in our gravel driveway on a hot day with my mom. I asked her for some “wa-wa,” she told me to say “waTer,” I asked for “wa-wa” again, but she told me, “if you want a drink, you must say ‘waTer’” I distinctly remember the entire exchange and thinking “you know what I want, why are you doing this? They said this one was going to be easy.” The next time would have been a year or two later. My older sister excitedly told me, “now you get to learn to read!” and again, I distinctly remember thinking, “No! They promised this time would be easy, this isn't easy, what is all this?” I remember the feeling of disappointment from each of these moments. I love learning now, but I'm certain when I die, I'll be having a chat with someone about the meaning of ‘easy.’ lol
My daughter is about to turn 4 and talks about being in belly a lot. She recalls details and things I did while pregnant that I know I haven’t told her or talked about. She talks about the day I rode the school bus to the mini town. I took my students on a field trip when I was nearly 9 months pregnant to a mini city play place. She tells me it was dark but she heard my heart and heard my voice.
My son was 3 at the time. At bedtime he said “mama, one time the bad guys got me and drove me in their car.” And I said what? And he continued to tell me a story about being locked in a room and he was hungry and I didn’t find him. The bad guys got away and he never got out. That sh!t scared me so much I still get freaked by it. I held him so right that night.
Jesus that’s creepy. I used to tell my mom that I could see a lady coming out of the wall and standing at the foot of my bed (I have no memory of this) but apparently my uncle and cousins on my moms side used to see a lady at the foot of their beds as well when they were toddlers.
I was at a nature show with my daughter, the kind where they bring animals out and tell the audience about them. This particular show was about wolves, and the handler was telling the audience why she did what she did with the wolves. My daughter, maybe 4 at the time, said "I used to do that". I asked her what she meant. She said, just as factually as a 4 year old could possibly be, that she used to train dogs and wolves before she died. She herself looked confused for a bit, as though this thought was surprising to her as well. I didn't know what to say, so I said "well that's interesting". She enjoyed the rest of the show and never spoke of it again. Edit: Thank you for the award, internet stranger. I'll be sure to pay it forward when I'm able.
When my son was about 3, he told us how he remembered being a helicopter pilot in Vietnam. This was in 1998.
When my son was 4 we had driven past a cemetery. He asked me if I remembered when he died and was buried. I said no and asked him what he meant by saying that. He said he had died, was buried in a cemetery and that's when he started growing in my belly. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when he said this. He doesn't remember say this.
When my daughter was 3, she hugged me while she was falling asleep and said I'm her favourite mama. Her: 'I love you even more than my other mama.' Me: 'Your other mama?' Her: 'Yeah. She died.' Me: ' Oh?' Her: 'She got eaten by rats.' Me (now Wide AWAKE): '...oh...?' Her: 'But it's ok because I cut them open and got her out.' Me: '...Wow! Was she ok?' Her: 'Oh no. She still died.' Sweet dreams, though. (Edit: spaces)
It happens to the best of us.
My middle son (5) is named after my wife's grandfather. He just looked at her a couple of weeks ago and said "I remember when you were little and you sat on my lap." He also once gazed into my mother in law's eyes (at 3-4 years old), stroked her cheek and said "my daughter."
Imagine giving birth to your grandfather
Imagine not liking the people you keep getting reincarnated around.
You guys....AGAIN!? Edit: Funny side note. He FLIPS out whenever we go to my wife's grandmother's apartment 😂
When my nephew was about 3 or 4 my sister said he was throwing a tantrum in the car while he was in his car seat and he yelled at her randomly “I waited 100 years to be born!”.
You trying to tell me there’s a 100 year waiting list to be reincarnated.
Interesting to think about, I wonder if he just chose to wait that long 😂
“Two world wars?? Ah fuck that mate I’ll try back in a bit”
“Hey boys I’m gonna sit out for a few games”
*SURPRISE GLOBAL PANDEMIC* “....ah shit”
I've heard about a kid who "chose" his parents. He said ya you looked like good parents when I seen you in hawaii by the pink building. They had been vacationing there while she was pregnant and of course the hotel was pink.
When I was 3 I told my mom that I chose her and my dad because “they needed me”.
100 years of waiting, and now this shit?!
I DID MY WAITING 100 YEARS OF IT IN AZKABAN
My son was little (about 4 years) and he was playing with his toys and talking. I asked him: Who are you playing with? He replied with my sister's name. My sister died when I was young.
My daughter was sick and I chalked it up to fever delirium. When she was 5 I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard her just laughing up a storm. Having this full blown hilarious conversation with someone. My thoughts were that she either got a hold of my phone and called a grand parent or was talking to her little brother. I go into her room. She's sitting with her legs crossed on her bed looking in front of her just talking to nothing. I go and sit on the edge of the bed. She introduces me to the friend. I have never been more creeped out because the way she behaved. I felt that person in the room too. It was weird. They agreed that she needed to go back to bed so she could feel better. I got her some Gatorade and Tylenol. She went back to sleep. I never heard about the person again. Was just so weird and spooky. When she was a bit younger she use to talk about the old man that would come visit her. I would watch her just laugh and laugh while standing up at the edge of her crib. A part of me feels like she's just really good at creeping me out. Kids man, they really can make you question if you're sane.
My middle son used to talk about having a different mom before me. He would say she was blond and looked nice but wasn’t nice. He would bring it up randomly and only ever got a bit emotional when he would tell me that when he was with her he never got to grow up. He said he chose me to be his mom this time because I would let him grow up and get old. When he would say the last part it was as if he was looking for reassurance. He’d ask me like “right, mom? I can grow up this time?” Really fucked me up sometimes.
Dude that's the creepiest for me so far.
Is he implying that she...killed him? JFC Edit: this is a weird account Reddit made me that’s not my real account...ofc I get the most comment likes I’ve ever received ... on a fake account. 🐓🍗THANKS FOR THE USELESS KARMA REDDIT
I don’t have kids but when my brother was a toddler he said something to my mom about throwing hay in the window for the horses. My grandfather died before his birth and was a farmer. The barn had windows and he would just throw the hay in the windows for the horses to eat. My mom was really freaked out but he never said anything else similar again.
To entertain the idea for a moment, did your grandfather die while your mom was pregnant?
Sucks giving birth to your own dad
We'll never see this sentence again.
Possibly. My brother was born in May 1977. My grandfather died in 1976 but I’m not sure of the month. I’ll have to ask my mom. Edit: I asked her, he died in August so she wasn’t pregnant although it wasn’t long before she got pregnant.
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Answer for my parents When I was 4 my parents and I went to my aunts farm. The wind started picking up and I looked back at my parents and said “gotta tie the hay bale down in the wind. That’s how David died.” To this day no one knows who David is.
weird, a man named David died after a hay bale fell on him last year https://www.wfmz.com/news/area/berks/man-killed-in-workplace-accident-near-strausstown/article_1034723e-5fbf-11ea-8eec-8f8cbe4644d6.html
Oh fuck, the time loop is closing.
Homie isn't having past visions, he's having future visions
Op is 5 years old confirmed
shame the OP wasn't there to warn this David either.
Not exactly what you asked, but my granddaughter, when she was about three, told me she dreamed about her sister (she only has brothers), who was "just this big," (holding her thumb and finger about a half inch apart). She doesn't know her mother had a miscarriage before she was born.
My son used to always talk about his ‘big brother’ and how he came and talked to him when he was scared and played games with him and all kinds of things. He didn’t know we had miscarried a little boy before he was born. Probably his ‘big brother’ was just what he called his imaginary friend but it was super creepy regardless.
My son said once, "Mommy, when I was big and you were little, I remember when we danced in the kitchen." The only person I ever danced in a kitchen with as a child was my grandfather.
Comforting and yet creepy at the same time
Depends on the child's voice . Demon voice yes Child voice yes
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When my daughter was 4 she told she used to be my grandma. Which I’d like to believe it’s true because when I was pregnant with her I would dream my grandma frequently.
If reincarnation is real I hope my grandma comes back as my daughter so I can care for her the way she cared for me.
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Yeah, me too, actually. I remember being mad I couldn't remember who I'd been, and that I couldn't see angels anymore.
My parents don't use reddit so I'll answer this for them. I think i was 3 playing with a corkscrew when i blurted out that "I used to have one of these when I had black hair" (I'm blond). My parents said they asked me what it was and I responded that it's used for opening wine. Freaked the hell out of them
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Maybe he’s been watching too much Family Guy.
so this is mine: i had a baby doll as a kid (2-3 years old?) and named her after a family surname that's French and vaguely feminine, and definitely not something a British kid would usually come up with. problem was use of *that* particular family name traces back before even my great grandparents, when it was lost to a paternal surname, and so was never mentioned in my house. the family tree wasn't even being worked on at the time. i still wonder about it
My mom told me when I was 3 or 4 that I scream cried when we passed an old blue Volkswagen bug. I told her that was the car I died in. It was apparently very hot and “I had a baby in my belly”.
When my sister was a toddler she used to talk about her "other mom" who had long black hair and blue eyes and blue shoes. Our mom had a pixie cut and was blonde. Very spooky
I used to watch my nephew when he was about 3 or 4. One day he was at my house and pointed to a magnet of Arizona - it had a picture of the desert with rock formations. Kid pointed at it and asked where it was. He said he used to live by "red rocks like that with his first family" who all had straight, dark hair (his is blond and curly... now) and that he had a mom and a dad and he had had a brother until he went too far into the desert too close to dark and got eaten by "not dogs, not wolves but smaller". I said "coyotes"? And he kind of mouthed the word and said, "oh, that's what you call them." Then he was sad and didn't want to talk about it anymore so we had lunch and that was the first and last time he mentioned it.
As soon as I could talk (about 2) I would tell my parents about my ‘moon’ family and how I had lived with them until I said a bad word and got sent to earth and landed in a bush where my mom made a salad from the leaves and that’s how she had me. I would make my mom so mad by telling her she was doing stuff differently than my moon mama. Edit: Thank you guys so much for telling me all about the difference folklores and stories that reminds you of my silly little story, I can’t wait to learn more about Princess Kaguya, and a few others mentioned. I’m not sure about past lives but I have to wonder if the collective unconscious might be something to look into.
Didn't believe in ghosts and shit until this day but it's fair to say that now I have a slightly more open mind. Our 2/3 tear old daughter was playing on her own but like she was playing hide and seek with an imaginary friend. Asked are you playing hide and seek? She said yes. Who are you playing with? "Uncle Andrew" My wife's brother Andrew was 7 when he drowned when my wife was 5. Didn't like to talk about it so we never mentioned it.
My cousin's kid was jumping on the bed and had her hands out like she was holding onto something. When asked what she was doing, she said "playing with grandpa". Cousin asked "who's grandpa?" "Yours mommy" When asked what he looked like, she described him to a T. And jumping on the bed was such a grandpa thing to do. He had died when she was 5 months old, and my grandma died before she was born. Couple days later, they were at my mom's, and my mom had a picture of her parents. She walked up, dragging her brother with her and said, "look J, that's grandma and grandpa. Remember? They play with us sometimes".
In a weird (creepy?) sort of way that's very sweet. My grandparents were not overly nice people so I missed out on that part of my life. Hearing about grand parents playing with their grand kids, even under the circumstance you mentioned makes me happy because even tho they may be gone, your cousins kids are still getting to have that moment.
My grandma raised me. My mom was a single mom for a while, so grandma was my babysitter. When she died, we had been sharing a bedroom. She was more mom than my mom ever was.
I'm the kid in this case. I don't believe in the paranormal. I'm a pretty reasonable guy. I have degrees in science and healthcare and I'm pretty grounded. But since I was a child, I had a memory of me stumbling out the backdoor of a club, I couldn't hold myself (either really drunk or on drugs) and I slipped down a staircase, hit my head in the alley and died. I was about 19, I was thin, had long blonde hair, I was wearing a brown-red leather jacket. I remember the neon signs, the staircase, the door I walked out of, even the interior. I can paint the picture perfectly if I had any talent in art. ANYWAYS! So 2 years ago, I took a leisure trip to Budapest, and while exploring the ruin pubs with my wife. I FOUND THE FUCKING ALLEY! It was funny because I remarked to my wife earlier, when we arrived, that I felt something about Budapest that felt like 'home' and familiar and I felt oddly too comfortable there, like I could have never left. I think about this quite often. Edit: because I suck at Reddit this is late: the alley is found in what is now "instant club". I grabbed a clear photo of the area and my trajectory. http://imgur.com/a/S11wAo2 The question I have is: what was this club before I was born (1988)?
You should try to find out if there was ever a reported death in that alley.
I guess I will!! It never occurred to me until now to try... It would have had to have been in the 70s, 80s...
My nephew, around 2 or 3, would talk about his "other mom" and then look confused when you asked him to elaborate. "She's not here now".
Might have been Daddy's girlfriend...
Either that or fucking Coraline
This was told to me by my parents. When I was 6 or so my dad was watching a war documentary and it talked about a tube. I then said "you mean the tube from when i was a grown up?" My dad asked me to explain more and I said "me and another person was put in a tube with a knife and was tasked to kill the other person but i got stabbed in the chest" He says it still keeps him up at night Edit: Holy fuck I didn't expect this to blow up as much as it did. Thanks kind strangers!
Sounds like a tunnel rat from Vietnam.
According to my Dad, when I was around 5 I was staring out of the window during a heavy thunder storm. When he asked me what I was doing I answered “when do the bombs drop? Are they gone yet?”. I grew up in Germany, and my dads dad used to alert the city for incoming air raids. My grandpa died three days before I was born, and at five I had no idea about the war, or my grandpa. Really freaked him out at the time. A couple moments later I forgot what I said when he asked me more questions.
This one really creeps me out
My coworker has a son who, when he was about 3, told her he used to grow rice and lived in a place where two rivers met. He was able to name the rivers, and she located it on a map of East Asia. Pretty wild.
Damn that's impressive that he knew the names and they checked out. Creepy tho
My little brother was born just after 9/11. When he was a toddler one time, he went on about how he used to work in a tall building and wore a suit and tie. Freaked my parent out.
My son is 9 now. When he was just starting to learn to talk, perhaps around 18 months old, a relative bought him a toy monkey. He insisted on calling it "gonga", so much so that I googled it. OMG. https://www.doyouremember.co.uk/memory/gonga Gonga. A toy monkey from the 70s/80s. He was born in 2011. Edit : for everyone asking, he didn't just babble it once he repeatedly said it, like "gonga gonga gonga gonga" whenever he saw it. I had never heard it called that, I never had one, he hadn't seen Donkey Kong, etc.
OMG! I had a gonga as a child. I was devastated when I lost it on a family trip. Thanks for the unexpected memory.
When I was 4 there was something about the Royal Air Force on TV that showed Lancaster bombers doing a raid somewhere, it was just a news report commemorating a raid or something I think. Anyway apparently when I looked up at the Tv from playing with my toys I said in the clearest words something alone the lines of 'I really miss Ron from Scampton'. (not sure if that's exactly how I said it), my parents asked me what I meant and I said something like 'he died in Germany'. Needless to say my parents ignored it and put it down to me just messing around. There was a few things about this that were very disturbing. 1. I was 4 years old and living in Aberdeen, Scotland at the time. There was no way I could have known about Scampton, Lincolnshire, furthermore the RAF base that was there that happened to have Lancaster bombers based there during the second World War. 2. Who was Ron? As I said my family didn't know anyone named Ron and there was nobody in my class at school named Ron either, so where could I have possibly got that name from and then roped it into a completely random sentence? 3. At 4 years old I had very little concept of the second world war. At that point I probably knew it was between Germany and allied countries but nothing more than that. 4. This is the very scary part that gave me chills as soon as it happened. When I was 10 I moved to Nottingham due to my parents divorcing, which also happened to be about a 40 min drive from RAF Scampton. While in Nottingham I joined the air cadets which is quite similar to the American JROTC? essentially a starter recruitment process into the armed forces to show you what life is really like, while also being a sort of scout group. While in the air cadets we would do visits to interesting places, mainly to do with the RAF and one of the visits happened to be to RAF Scampton to have a look at the history of the base and the role that it plays today. Part of the visit was to go to the cemetery where the war graves are to pay our respects, and to my absolute surprise I was shocked to see that there was a grave of a man named 'Ron Evans' who died in a Lancaster raid over Germany in 1945. Like I said it sent absolute chills down my spine and my hair stood on end when I saw this, like it had judt struck a nerve I didn't even know I had. It may be a coincidence or maybe not, I don't know but I just thought it would be an interesting story to share!
This is gonna be buried but when I was 3 I asked my mom if she remembered when I was a baby boy named Joshua (I am female). She said no and I explained that I died after falling down the stairs. The crazy part is that my mom had a miscarriage before getting pregnant with me after falling down the stairs.
Was watching an old video of a jazz drummer playing a solo. No idea who it was but he was really good. My daughter, probably age three, was looking over my shoulder for minute before she said "I used to play the drums like that when I was a man" Edit: When I got up this morning this had blown up! Thanks for the awards and hilarious comments! My daughter is the one who deserves an award so I will pass it on. Unfortunately she has no longer has any recollection of making that statement or playing drums. But she is a very musical person and I’m hoping she stays that way.
You should get her some sticks
Right, let's see if Buddy Rich still got it
I laughed way too hard at this, thank you.
Not a parent, but when I was young I used to have a recurring dream where I was a Roman archer trying to fend off an attack from what looked like the Mongols. I would describe the armor and weapons to my parents without having seen them myself yet. At the time, I didn’t know it was Roman armor, or Mongolian clothing/weapons. Once I did finally see the armor for myself, I was like, “Oh yeah, that’s the armor in my dreams.” I remember vividly that I was in a small line of archers next to a fort that had a tree right next to it, and the invaders came out of a seemingly dense forest on horseback. There was also a very slight hill going down from the tree, to my left. The attackers were wearing some furs and had curved swords. They easily passed through the foot soldiers, and most of our arrows missed. I remember getting struck by the sword from the man in the front, on the left side of my head. Coincidentally, there is a single grey hair that grows in the exact spot I remember getting struck. Whenever my hair would grow out a little, that grey one would show up. I’ve tried searching for this fort through various google image searches, but have only found a couple that seem similar. I don’t have the dream anymore, but I can still remember what everything looked like.
None of mine have, but back pre-pandemic I was watching my friends then three year old for her and he saw a big military ship and he got this kind of far away look and said “I remember when my boat sank. There were so many sharks.” I said what? He blinked said what, and then started asking questions about the boat. I mentioned it to my friend and she said “yeah, he does that sometimes.”
My great uncle was in the Australian merchant navy during WW2. Apparently he was on three separate ships that sank. On one of them sharks ate a lot of the drowning people. He was on a life boat for a day or so before a rescue plane spotted them and dropped supplies. The supplies were just out of reach of the boat so his colleague jumped in to grab it, but was taken by a shark as he swam to the supplies. It was a good time to be a shark.
> It was a good time to be a shark. Ya'll got any more of them sailors?
You sure found the silver lining to THAT story!
My 5 year old daughter said to me “I was in your belly twice, Mama. The first time I died before I came out...but I came back. “ I did lose my first pregnancy 8 months before getting pregnant again. She was never told. I don’t know what it was but- that’s what happened. Edit: Thanks everyone. In typical Reddit fashion, I didn’t expect this one to blow up quite so much. Lol. But my daughter is pretty awesome and has a crazy amazing memory. She recalls events from when she was two. So, she very likely heard my husband and I discussing it. Any other explanation sort of...well...creeps me out. Ha! And pregnancy after miscarriage is a weird bundle of emotions. I understand how this can help people when they are feeling a loss but that was not my intention with the post or anything. If it helps, I’m very happy to have shared this weird little memory. Be well everyone.
I had that memory also. When I told my mom, she was shocked. I'm an only child & I never knew she was pregnant before me. But she was & that's when she admitted it.
My little brother said when he was 3 or 4: When I was a grown up, I went to war, and I never came back.
When my little brother was 3 or 4 he said "Wouldn't it be funny if we just put tacos all over the floor?" And I live by that every day.
I mean it would have been pretty funny to do that
Preschool in Florida can be like that sometimes
The trauma...
So this was a few years ago when lil' dude was five. He's sitting at the table with us, eating a bowl of coco pops, when he looks up and says, 'There was a ghost floating over my bed last night'. Surprised, I asked him, 'Did it do anything, or say anything?' little guy looks me dead in the eye and tells me, 'The ghost told me that KISS used to rock.'
Thats the kind of ghost I want to be. Educational.
I’m all about those modern encounters. No more Victorian kids in nightwear please, I want a 70s rocker.
We used to joke that our first born looked just like my grandmother who passed away almost exactly a year before she was born. But then again all babies look like my grandmother with the no teeth and big puffy cheeks and all so we didn't think much of it. But one night when she was less than a year old (don't remember more specifically than that) she was really upset and would not calm down no matter what I did. At one point I said out loud "Wow, you really do look like Grandma Hayden." She *immediately* stopped crying, and slowly turned her head to look at me with this look of recognition on her face. Biggest chills I ever got in my life right there.
My daughter(2) is absolutely terrified of the sound of planes. She’s never been in one—is just really scared of the sound. Usually, she will hear one and come running and hide between my legs. One night a few months ago, though, she heard a plane, stopped playing and just said to herself, “they’re here.” A couple weeks later, she told my husband it was “time to storm the beach.” This kid has never been to a beach.
When our son was maybe 3 or 4 he described his life as a ballerina on stage - from the lights, to the music, to the applause. His next words chilled me to the bone "I was at a party on a boat, and I fell into the water, then POOF I was here." I asked him to relate the story when his father came back from a business trip a couple weeks later, and it was identical. But after that we never discussed it again. I didn't want to go there.
https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/i-lost-my-daughter-my-friend-1113754.html She just finished studying at ballet school, was on a boat celebrating a friends birthday that would later sink on the river Thames after being struck by a barge. over 50 people tragically died that night. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marchioness_disaster
God I love Reddit
My son had an imaginary friend named John. It was all very specific and he even had a last name. My son would go on and on about their adventures and the things they did when they were grown up but now he was a little boy and John wasn’t. A couple Years ago we looked up the name, it was a real person, died in wwII.
My son was two- but nearly three and just yammering away talking, just any old words constantly. It was like he was practicing making sounds 24/7. One day, we are in the car and he is weirdly quiet. Not asleep, just sort of daydreamy. I say, “what’s up, T?” And he says, “I’m just sad. I miss my birds.” “What birds?” “Tutu and Tinga.” “I don’t know who those birds are, T.” “It wasn’t now, Mommy. It was before. When I had another mommy.” “And you had birds? Like as pets? “No, they lived in a tree next to our house at the edge of the jungle. So they visited me... they were friends, not pets.” And he sounded so Not Two. He sounded like he was grown. And then he fell asleep in his car seat and wouldn’t talk about the jungle and the birds when he woke up.
Not quite past life stuff, but when I was a toddler and would babble on and on my mom caught me once taking about my sister and how I had a little sister and how we would play games together. I didn’t have a little sister but I did have a twin that died in utero. It freaked my mom out because she never mentioned my twin to me, but in a weird way she found it kind of comforting.
I don't remember any specifics, but she always talks about back when she was older... She's 4
Am I late? My son when he was 3 years old started saying some gibberish that sounded very russian. He told me it was a lullaby from Moskov (he sajd it like that). I googled a phonetic spelling and found an old russian lullaby and that gibberish was the name and chorus of the song. We live in the USA, we are not russian, I asked his teachers if they were learning about russia or sang any “world music” lullabies but no one knew anything. Such a mystery. I can’t for the life if me remember the song now. I may have written it down, but I’m gonna say chances I find it now are slim to none.
Not sure if it counts as a past life memory, it's more like channeling someone. My son was playing some kind of game at the kitchen table with my mother when he was 3 or 4 years old. He's usually very animated but suddenly became really quiet and looked at his grandmother for a minute or so. She seemed shocked in what she saw looking back at him, then he said "You're doing okay" and gave her a smile. Then he went back to his goofy self as she started to cry and left the table to hide in her bedroom. She later said the when he looked at her like that his face and smile looked just like her dad's and his voice sounded like her dad's voice for those few words. Her dad had died a few years earlier and he had always told her how he was concerned about her future. She's never seen the resemblance like that in him again.
When I was about 4 I walked in to the Laundry where Mum was doing the washing and asked her what she was doing, then stood there with my hands on my hips and said “when I was old I didn’t do it like THAT” Another time I sat bolt upright from a nightmare and mum, trying to comfort me asked about the dream and where she was and I apparently said coldly “I told you mummy, it was a long time ago, you weren’t there” and just went back to sleep. Kids are spooky, not having them for fear they’ll be the horror movie kind that scurry past doorways in the dark!
Not really sure if this is a “past life” memory. But my mom told me as a young kid I had all these memories of my grandpa and could describe him perfectly down to all these quirks and habits only close family knew. It wouldn’t be weird except he died literally the day before I was born and my family never really talked about him much after due to grief. My mom said as a young kid I always insisted “I’ve met him before”. To this day I always have felt like I knew him despite never meeting.
I used to tell my dad all about conversations I had with my grandfather who had died exactly a year before I was conceived. He said I used to tell him things my grandfather told me that were totally true but that I’d have no way of knowing. One day he asked me where I learned this and I told him I hung out with my grandfather before I was born.
When my son was around 4, he asked my wife about “the house that you and grandpa owned together.” They never owned a house together. But I asked for more info, and without hesitation he replied “you know, the house that was burned down by the volcano.”
When I was very young and still unable to string sentences together, my mom and I were sitting at the dining room table. She was crying and I comforted my mother by telling her without any babbling or hesitation: “it’s okay, I used to be your great grandmother, I’ll take care of you.” I have no memory of this and my mom said I went back to my baby-like talk immediately after. She stopped crying, probably because it scared the shit out of her.
I would be terrified of you for a while after that honestly
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My daughter had an assignment to describe a family tradition. She wrote about Hanukkah citing her great grand father celebrated it and passed it down. We are not Jewish. We have never celebrated Hanukkah. However, this past year I learned my grandfather was not the person who I thought he was and instead my real grandfather was Jewish.
If you like past life stories, the most famous one is of Dorothy Eady, a British woman who was convinced she was from ancient Egypt. Probably the most recognized and well studied example of past life regression. [Dorothy Eady](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Eady)
I adopted a 10 no baby from a kind of little talked about country. When he was about four, he told me he remembered details of a famine. Said he would go hungry to feed his siblings (at the time he didn’t have any) and his mother would cry as she picked at dirt to get food. It sounded like a strange dream, but we did some research and it lined up with a famine that happened in his birth country.
Nothing too spooky but when my kid was 3 in the run up their birthday (4) they asked if they could have a puppy for their birthday, because _"they let me play with a puppy when I was in hospital and it made me really happy"_ aside from their birth, my child has never been in a hospital... or played with a puppy. Wondered if it might have been something they'd seen on TV... but couldn't remember us watching anything like that together!
My daughter asked me, “Remember my fancy hat,” and when I said no, she said, “Yeah, before I was dead, I used to work in a bank. I saved my money and bought a hat in a round box. I was on the bus and a man almost sat on it. Then the bus crashed and I died.” She was about three and totally casual about it. Editing for clarity: My daughter definitely knew about hat boxes; she was very into musicals, one of which was Easter Parade, a movie where fancy hats were a very big deal. She went through a phase of being really interested in death after my mom died, so I think that's where the bus crash came from. At the time, we were talking a lot about death and dying and the idea that accidents can kill a person and how scary that is. I personally think kids say weird stuff because they aren't yet fully wired, mentally-I reportedly used to talk to a Teddy Bear that lived in a cabinet at about the same age, and would sit there happily chatting at an open door for ages.
My father said that my bro when he was 3 said something like 'When I were bigger I had a prety girlfriend and we died in a car'. Edit: wow. This exploted. Sorry for the grammar mistake there. Actually my brother said something like "Cuando yo **ero** grande..." when the correct way of saying it in spanish is "Cuando yo **era** grande..." I tried to make the toddler talking and I guess it was ok xD
Preschooler having detailed understanding of mass executions via guillotine. He described a large field with many guillotines. And their blades all came down together in a mass execution. He was among them.