Children are recognized for openly sharing their unfiltered thoughts. Their rich creativity and limitless candor sometimes leave their parents speechless, as they recount peculiar and inexplicable tales. Yet, a few of their encounters with their “previous existences” appear remarkably authentic and coherent.
- Our house has about 5 steps up to the dining room and then more steps up to the floor where the bedrooms are.
Anyway, at bedtime my daughter, who was maybe 3 at the time, wouldn’t go up the first flight, telling me that there was a man sitting in the dining room chair. Had to go up there, pull the chair out, wave my hand around to show her there was no one there. All while the hair on the back of my neck was standing up and I was freaked out. © Mentalcomposer / Reddit
- When my daughters were little, 4 and 5 years old, they had an imaginary friend and played with her.
They called her Tency. I asked them what she looked like, and they told me she had green eyes, like her daddy. Once, I told my mother-in-law about it, and she told me, very surprised, that she had a niece named Hortencia, and they called her Tency, but she had moved far away from there a long time ago.
They didn’t know her, nor did I. It was very strange. © Villarreal Cardoza / Facebook
- When my daughter was 2 years old, she saw a picture of my dad, who had passed away more than 30 years ago. He died when I was a baby, so I didn’t even know him. She asked me who he was and was very astonished to see the picture.
I told her it was her grandfather, who is in heaven, and she said, “No, Mom, he comes every night to talk to me, he says he loves me very much and is very proud of you.” I felt jealous, because she could see him and talk to him and I could not, but at the same time I was very happy to know that they had met. © Ericka Ramírez Garita / Facebook
- When my daughter was 2 years old, she would say that she wanted to be at home. I would reply, “What do you mean, we’re home now,” and she would say, “No, my home, the one I bought with so much effort. My house.
Why do I have to live here if I have my own house?” She started to describe her great-grandmother’s house. My husband turned stone-cold. It was weird.
The story doesn’t end here –
it continues on the next page.
TAP → NEXT PAGE → 👇
