I've always been a huge believer in the paranormal, though I have been waiting my entire life to be lucky enough to have my own solid experience. A few years ago, however my mother shared with me something interesting that I said to her when I was just a baby.
I had always known about the tragic accident that occurred when I was 2 years old. Five middle-school aged girls were walking home from school one day when they were all hit by a single car and killed. One of these girls was my cousin.
Apparently I was very close to my cousin, Kelly. She babysat a lot for me. Ironically, my earliest memory is one where she was babysitting me, the only memory I have of the first house I ever lived in.
Anyway, being a 2-year-old when she died, I could not have understood death or why I was not going to see her anymore. And what I told my mom stayed with her for years, until I was old enough for her to tell me about it.
According to my mom, while she and my dad were at the wake I stayed home with a babysitter. That babysitter later told my mom that a news story came on the TV about the accident. She said I went up to the TV and started screaming and crying and grabbing at the TV. My behavior was so bizarre that I freaked out the babysitter.
The next morning I told my mom that Kelly was in my room last night. My mom tried to tell me that she was not in my room, and that I was just dreaming about her. But I was so persistent. I kept on saying that Kelly had been in my room. After a while my mom believed that I really did see her.
To this day, I wonder why she came to me and not to her other grief-stricken family like her mother or sister or brother. Perhaps it is because children can see better? If only I could remember all this.