One time my friend asked me and our other friend to go to the local cemetery and place flowers on her father's grave for her, since she was in Kansas City, Ks. We were already here in Garden City, Ks. After picking up some flowers, we headed to the cemetery. I brought my 3 years old daughter along with us and didn't explain to her what a cemetery was because it wasn't necessary. After walking around for a while, trying to find her dad's grave, we stopped at a grave that said something like "Baby girl Smith 1987". I told my friend, "oh look." We just stood there for a second wondering about what happened, not talking. All of a sudden, my daughter says very matter of fact, "baby died there." My friend and I turned pale and said, "what?" She just repeated herself. "Baby died there." It was so freaky. We wanted to know more, but asking a 3 years old for details is kind of hard. I asked her if she could see the baby and she said yes, but with a look on her face beyond her years. The look was like a knowing, wise expression like yes, sometimes things like this happen.
About 2 years later, we had moved to Tulsa, Ok. Right smack in the middle of Tulsa, there is a cemetery there. One day while driving down the street, right next to the cemetery, I looked over, for some reason, and noticed not one person was at the cemetery visiting graves. Not 2 seconds after thinking that, my daughter who was in her car seat in the backseat said, "look at all the kids playing over there!" I looked in the rear view mirror and she was looking over at the cemetery! Just in case I got it all backwards, I looked over my shoulder at her and sure enough she was looking over at the cemetery. I looked again at the cemetery to be sure I didn't see anyone. I asked my daughter, "you see kids playing over there?" She said, "Yeah, lots of them!"
Now she is going on 9 years old and doesn't see stuff like that anymore, but I sure thought it was amazing.
- rebecca (I'm 13)