Having come from a long line of mediums, growing up with spirit was perfectly normal and I thought everyone else was the same. I would regularly see spirit animals and on the odd occasion see spirits to. At a young age, none of it frightened me that came much later.
My eldest sister died at the young age of 7. My father was in the Army and we moved quite regularly until eventually settling in Plymouth 3 years after my sister died, when I was 7 and my youngest sister was 6. We had been living in the house for about 6 months and before the house was renovated my sister and I shared a bedroom.
I clearly remember one night I heard a voice telling me to tell our mum that she was ok, at that point, thinking it was my little sister trying to tell me something, I reached out to put the light on and the voice told me not to, but to just tell our mum that she was ok and was working on the 'home' plane. And she was gone! I had no idea what the 'home' plane was and only knew she must have been my dead sister because she referred to my mum as 'our' mum. I gave my mum the message the next day which she accepted gracefully! That was when spirit moved me up a notch!
I have many stories I'll get around to posting, it's nice finally being able to tell them because it's not a subject most people take to lightly or even believe, so I've kept them to myself for most of my life.
We had been there a couple of years when we got a cat, just a regular little Moggy and we called her Nipper. She was very playful and would sit behind the curtain stretching her paw beneath it trying to claw my hair. She was killed on the road outside our house when she was about 1. A few months later we were watching telly and my mum said, look, it's Nipper. There she was, behind the curtain with her paw stretching beneath the curtain trying to claw my hair. I didn't know then, it was NOT normal! We also got a Black Labrador and called him Janner. He was 6 weeks old when he arrived as a tiny shiny black bundle in the palm of my dad's hand and I loved him to pieces. He lived until he was 11, eventually getting liver cancer and was put to sleep. I was grief stricken, and for all of you who know about grief and spirit, you will know how hard it is to communicate in a fog of grief, near on impossible to be honest, so although I begged to see him, it never happened for at least a year.
Then one night, sitting up in bed, into the bedroom he came, wagging his tail and I swear he was smiling! He turned around and walked out of the bedroom, I followed him and he walked into my parent's room and disappeared. It was that day the intense grieving stopped. Relating that has just reminded me my now youngest daughter had two rabbits eventually dying of old age and one day she was looking at the garden and the two rabbits appeared as they always used to, running and hopping. They didn't stay long, but once again, my daughter was grief stricken at the time, she really loved those bunnies, I believe they came back to show her they were together and happy.