Wow. You know, I watched a documentary about a little boy who remembered his entire past life…mother, where he lived, playing with brothers and sisters, etc. Finally when he was 5 or so his mother took him there ( it was close)…they found his house, all sorts of stuff matched up. Some didn’t but enough…

My best friend tells me that her daughter used to talk as a toddler about her other mother and games they would play and that she got sick when she was still little and died and now had a new mother…

Makes you think.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.