Every single one of my children, when very young, spoke of "another time", or "another life", and spoke of things that they really wouldn't have any way of knowing about at such a young age.
I would never judge what they said, I would only listen with great interest, and at times found myself feeling very creeped out while they spoke of this other "time" or "life".
They would insist about whatever it was they were talking about, as if they were truly recalling a very vivid memory. To them it was very real.
After some reading, I began to develop a very strong belief in reincarnation. I believe that we do live numerous lives, and for some reason, children sometimes carry the memory of a previous lifetime into their current lifetime.
I found however, that while the memory is strong while they are young it tends to fade, as do the details, as they get older until the memory no longer exists.
I have discovered that this isn't true of only my own children. From various stories and accounts I have read, it seems to occur amongst numerous other children from all over the world that have talked of previous incarnations.
When my youngest daughter was all of 2 or 3 years of age, she would constantly ask about her red scooter. I would tell her that she did not have a red scooter, and she would get really angry and upset about it and insist that she had a red scooter and she wanted to know where it was. She wanted to know what I had done with it.
I would explain to her that she never owned or had a scooter, ever. Yet, she would insist that she did.
As she got a little older and was almost 5 or 6, she would still ask now and then about her red scooter. As usual, I would explain to her that she never had a red scooter, that no one in our house had ever owned a scooter.
Like always, she would get really upset and insist that she did and she wanted to know where it was, and wanted to know what I had done with it. She began asking me if I had thrown it away and wanted to know why I wouldn't let her have it.
It was at this time, when insisting she had a red scooter, that she began talking about how she remembered always riding to her friend's house down the street on the scooter.
She also informed me that she remembered how I was always telling her not to leave the scooter in the driveway because someone could drive over it when they pulled into our driveway.
I found her comments odd because she had never owned a scooter and certainly never rode one to any friend's house. In fact, I would not allow either of my daughter's out of the house without me, unless it was to play in our backyard which was childproof, and completely fenced in with a 6ft. tall wooden privacy fence.
My eldest daughter would always laugh at my youngest daughter and say, "What are you talking about, you have never had a scooter." And of course my youngest would get angry and insist that she did in fact have a red scooter and wanted to know why everyone kept saying that she didn't.
Thankfully, my daughter eventually just stopped talking about her red scooter and no longer asked about it.
It wasn't until she was almost 9 or 10 years of age that we were at a flea market one day, and while walking through the flea market we came upon a seller of antiques. One of the items he was selling was an old looking red scooter.
My daughter saw it and eagerly ran to it. She turned to me and with a big smile said, "Hey mom look! This is exactly like the scooter I used to have, remember?"
I just looked at her, as did her dad and my eldest daughter. I then told her, "No, you never had a scooter." She just looked at me quizzically and said, "Really? Then why do I remember having one? I remember riding it up and down the street."
The man selling the scooter approached us and asked if we were interested in buying it. I told him no, but asked him about the age of the scooter.
He told me that it was a child's Radio Line scooter and was from about the 1940s/1950s and was a very popular toy for kids. Many kids had one back then.
I thanked him and we left. My eldest daughter then commented, "Well that is weird." My youngest daughter asked her what she was talking about.
I then began telling my youngest daughter all about how when she was younger, she was forever asking about her red scooter, which she never owned.
My youngest daughter laughed and thought the entire thing was really funny. She then said, "Gee mom, maybe I lived back then and had a red scooter."
I looked at her, laughed and said, "I was just wondering the same thing myself."
My daughter is 17 now, and still gets a laugh out of her red scooter story. She says that she has no idea why she ever thought she owned a red scooter, nor does she know where the belief came from.
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