posted on Jul, 4 2016 @ 09:50 AM
A child's mind in a wonderful thing.
My mother told me that when I was very young, I said to her " I remember when I was a old man, I had another family." and told her some details about
my other life.
She said she can still remember her skin getting goose bumps after me saying that.
I also remember becoming really scared of Pinocchio.
Back when I was a little kid, parents would always leave the kids in the car as they ran inside to a store to quickly grab something. But I can still
remember it started to get dark out, my mother and grandma pulled into the markets parking lot and said they would be right back. They just had to
grab something. I must have been 5 or 6 at the time.
Stupid as it sounds, I remember looking into the alley beside the store and seeing Pinocchio emerge and walk in front of the store and come up to the
car and look in at me.
For some reason, I was not scared at all. I was actually happy to see him.
He waved and then left. I was so excited to see him, that when my mother came back to the car I immediately started telling her who I just seen. Her
and my grandma tried telling me that Mr P was just a cartoon and not real. But I swore up and down I was telling her the truth. Heck I can still see
it in my mind and the memory is still very real.
I got in trouble for making up stories and that night was told the story of the boy who cried wolf.
I remember being really mad and frustrated because they didn't believe me that I seen him.
After a while I started becoming scared of Pinocchio and wouldn't watch the movie anymore or look at any of my books with him in it. In fact to this
day, I still get creeped out by him.
My adult mind says it was just me passing the time using my imagination. The childhood memory in me says otherwise.
Like I said - A child's mind is a beautiful thing.