reply to post by wantsome
I couldn't tell you if they are real or not.. I had a few memories I never told anyone.. When I decided to tell my mom about them because they were
strange and seemed unreal she confirmed them. I imagined I must have been 2 years old.. Just an easy age to imagine based on my thought process.
I remembered crawling out of the top of my crib and looking for mommy. She was at the bottom of about 12 stairs and my crib was at the top.. I was
looking at her and wanted to be near her, she had left me alone in my crib.. Didn't she want to be near me too?
I started crawling down backwards and realized I didn't have long enough legs to get down.. I didn't want to scare her so I backed away..
Turns out my dad told her to put me back in my crib and go around the corner downstairs. I had already gotten out once. He didn't believe my mom so
he wanted me to do it again. Sure enough I did.. That was the last time I ever had a crib.
I also have some vague memory of before that.. Something that I long for greatly.. The way I act always looking for comfort warmth and darkness, seems
maybe I remember the womb.. I miss it, but it's just a little too vague to call a true memory..