By | June 7, 2018

When I was very young, like 5 or 6 years old, I went through a phase where I kept wanting to play bride and groom (my little brother had to be the groom) in a certain hallway of our little house. I would wear a baby blanket over my head as a veil and we would pretend we were having a wedding ceremony. I also remember holding my face a certain way that was not a natural expression for me… like my upper lip was being held a little higher than normal. During the ceremony, however, I always got shot and always ended up sprawled on the floor on my back — dead. Is that WEIRD, or what??? (… and my poor little brother!)

I have recently wondered if I was getting glimpses of either a nearby spirit’s death or maybe a past life of my own. Who knows. Kind of a weird scenario for a young kid to come up with on her own, though. (Around 1970 when we didn’t watch stuff like that on TV.)

– Stacie

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