I too remember past lives. When I was 4 or 5 I remembered by name, a sister and my parent’s names my burro, the house, the olive trees, the stone barn, the little road to the village and the fiestas at night during the hot weather. I can still see it in my mind so I was Spanish several hundred years ago but American now. That was my strongest memory but when I first went to England I had spontaneous past life memories from the area of Stonehenge to Bath and also started to uncontrollably sob with a calling in my heart that I was home. Also had spontaneous memories of being in Britain when the Saxons invaded, I remembered by 2 younger brothers were the same 2 I have in this life, I remembered the name of my captor and how I was fascinated with their superior type of crossbow. That was a cold and primitive life for sure. Cheers.