posted on Feb, 24 2012 @ 10:59 PM
I was raised in the country, an only child. Had a great childhood. One day, I was about 5 years old, I was sitting in the flower garden and a little
girl came up and sat down by me. I asked her name and she said it was Pipa. She had black hair and big brown eyes. She told me to talk her in my head
and I finally learned that just thinking would lead to her answering.
I had other friends who came over often to play, and a cousin who came out from the big city to spend every summer. So It wasn't that I needed
Pipa said she lived in England in a big castle and her mother was a lady in waiting. I had waited in the dentist's office and pitied her mother
Her first question was about my father's zippo lighter. She wanted to know what it was and how it worked but Dad had told me not to touch it so I
could only tell her and not demonstrate.
I found that I had to explain everything in the house to her. How did the fridge work, the kitchen stove, the coffee pot. Even the pickup!
She couldn't understand the zipper. I finally tore up my old coat and gave her the zipper to take home.
Some things I had problems explaining. Like the treadle sewing machine, but I think she got the idea if not a really education about it.
She would go home for maybe weeks or months then come back..I asked Dad if he could tell me how the pickup worked so I could tell my friend. He was
shocked but tried to explain. I couldn't understand and still don't.
When I was 10 we moved to my grandfather's house, Back comes Pipa! I could not explain electricity (still cant).
Her visits became less and less and finally when I was maybe 12 she came back and said that she couldn't stay because her mother had got the plague.
I thought that was great because she didn't have to wait any more.
My mother had taken her rings off and put them on the window sill. When she went to get them they were gone! We tore the kitchen and house apart but
couldn't find them.
I told mom I would find them and called Pipa in my head. She had them! Said she would return them and would give me something I would like.
Mom then found her rings were on the window sill! This was at least two months after they had disappeared..
Well I left home married and had a couple kids and one day I went into my kitchen and on my window sill was a beautiful brooch. I had never seen it
before. But scratched into the wood sill was one word,,, Pipa..
There is more to this but just tell me.. Was I crazy or not.