“My grandma has a story from when my dad was 2-3 years old. he told her once that he was almost born before but was too sick and died and had to come back later
turns out my grandma had at least 1 miscarriage before he was born that was likely due to birth defects caused by a medication she had been taking at the time”
“My daughter talks about her “grandson” all the time. I thought it was just an imaginary friend, but then a couple nights ago she came out of her room at bed time absolutely sobbing and said “I’m sad because I miss my grandson. He lives in my old house in my old neighborhood”. She has never lived anywhere other than this apartment”
“When I was about 4 my family and I were moving house. We went to view this house in a rural village that was right by an airfield that had been very important during WW2, and there were still disused Anderson shelters in the garden and fields behind. Apparently the minute I saw them I ran to my mum, clung to her arm and asked “Are there going to be more bombs?”, and got really agitated.
Nobody ever spoke about the war, this was in the 90s, and we didn’t even have a tv. My mum was really spooked by the whole thing.”
“When my son was about 3, he told us how he remembered being a helicopter pilot in Vietnam. This was in 1998.”
“Not me but a friends little sister. The whole family was out for dinner at a restaurant in a skiing village which they recently bought a cottage near. My friends little sister as soon as they walked in said “I know this place. My mother and I used to paint here.” To which her mother replied “We’ve never been here before, what do you mean?” she replied with “No. My mother from before. We used to paint here all the time.”
The family was obviously a little freaked out but didn’t think much of it as she was pretty young and they figured just messing around. Later on though, when talking to the waitress, the little girl again adamantly mentioned how she used to paint there and the waitress revealed that it in fact was an art studio for many years in the 1900s but had been converted sometime in the early 2000s into a restaurant.
Needless to say the entire table, waitress included, got goosebumps and were at a loss for words.”
“I don’t know how old I was but when I was young (“
“One of my preschool students: What do you want to do when you’re a kid again?
Me: Well grown ups don’t become kids again. We grow up and stay grown ups.
Her: Well I remember when I was a grown up and I drove a car! And now I’m a kid again!”
“My daughter is deathly afraid of fire because “the fire at school killed my sister and my other mom was really sad.” When she started preschool at 3 they had a fire drill and she cried hysterically until it was over and she was convinced there was no fire- I had to go pick her up and on the way home she told me she’s glad they have fire drills so all of the kids don’t die like at her last school. I’m still freaked out.”
“When he was around 4, my grandson used to talk about his job at the ice factory. One day he was talking about his boss “Farvo” and the day he quit. I asked him why he quit and he turned to me and quite passionately said “I’ll tell you why I quit! They made me work 15 days in a row without a break and I had enough of that!” It was weird hearing all that righteous anger coming out of that little boy.
*my daughter just informed me that he was three when he always talked about working at the ice factory. So yeah….scary three year olds.”
“Anyone interested in this sort of thing should look up the ww2 US general George S. Patton.
He allegedly attributes many of his victories throughout Europe to a familiarty with the battlefields, having fought on them countless times in past lives. I’m pretty sure there’s a book about it.”
“I had a brother pass away from brain cancer. At the time we had a cat who was a calico and just sort of knew he was battling something. She was really mean to most people but with him she was gentle. He would grab her paws and she would just let it happen. Well about three years after he passed my parents had another child. Another boy. He was about three when he told my parents about the white, brown and black cat that used to let him grab her paws. She had died about a year before he was born.”
“In 2006 my best friend Nick was KIA in Iraq. We used to wrestle/fight until one of us submitted. These sessions would start randomly and always be initiated by “showing your fangs”. This involved pointing your pointer and middle finger down in front of your mouth while growling at the other person.
A couple of weeks after his death some family from the other side of the country that we only see every 5 years or so was visiting. My cousins’s son who was about 5 and who I never met prior to this visit comes over. He gives me the fangs and smiles.
I asked him “where did you learn that?” He says “Your friend says hi” and runs away. I went to my room and cried for a bit.”
“I was driving my family across the state to visit family. Some commercial on the radio about Vegas came on and I started singing “Vivaaaaaa Las Vegas” in my best Elvis impersonation. My son was about 3-4 and he says “I don’t like Vegas. I lost my life and a lot of money there.” His mom and I glanced at each other like “WTF?” He never said anything else about it.”
“My 5yo boy has a lot of creepy past life utterings, but the most concerning was when he told me he was going to be replaced soon by a brown girl with long hair.”
“My mom said when I was pretty young she was driving me to daycare before work and I told her, “You should have called Irma last night before she died.” This was an old coworker she loved. Turns out Irma had died that night.”
“My daughter would refer to me as her “new mommy.” Then, as her vocabulary increased, she said “You’re my new mommy, but it’s ok, I like you.” Then one day, “You’re my new mommy. I had two brothers, but they all died, but it’s ok bc I like you.” She never mentioned her “real” family again. Last time she did she was was about 3 or 4 years old.”
“This comment section taught me something: never lower your guard around 3 year olds”
“My middle son used to talk about having a different mom before me. He would say she was blond and looked nice but wasn’t nice. He would bring it up randomly and only ever got a bit emotional when he would tell me that when he was with her he never got to grow up. He said he chose me to be his mom this time because I would let him grow up and get old.
When he would say the last part it was as if he was looking for reassurance. He’d ask me like “right, mom? I can grow up this time?” Really f@#ked me up sometimes.”