Anyone have unexplainable childhood memories, that as adults you know can't be real.

I'll share one more. I wasn't really little, though, I was about 14 years old.

There were some elderly people near my school who needed someone to come water their plants for them while they were away for a month on a trip. They had a beautiful yard that had been featured in many magazines and they had to train me for about a week everyday before they left because each type of plant needed particular care on particular schedules.

Anyway, they left on their trip and I rode my bike to their house everyday after school to take care of the garden. It took a few hours each day, but I didn't mind because it was so beautiful and peaceful there. And they said I could eat any of the strawberries that ripened:)

About three weeks into the job, I was startled by a different old woman coming out of the house. They had never told me anyone would be staying there.

Anyway, this woman was extremely kind, grandmother type and she smiled and said she was the sister of the woman who lived there. So I thought nothing of it. But she was very interested in talking to me. So we sat and talked for what seemed an hour and the whole time she was just interested in talking about my views on life and my feelings. I wasn't use to anyone wanting such deep discussion with me, but she was so easy to talk to. I ended up talking to her like I knew her for years. I told her my concerns about nuclear war and how nothing seemed to matter since we were all probably going to get nuked. (These were the cold war years in the 80's)

Then she started saying things to me that I never ever forgot. She started telling me that life was whatever I made it and if I wanted to imagine that it would be beautiful and good, then it would be. But if I dwell on the scary, the the scary would happen. Basically she was teaching me the power of my thoughts in shaping my future. It was very profound to me at that age and it gave me the ability to believe I could have any life I wanted.

Then she went back into the house and I never saw her again.

When the old couple got back from their trip, I told the wife that I enjoyed meeting her sister.

She looked at me strange and said she did not have a sister.

I then asked if they had someone staying in the house while they were gone and they said no. I was stumped as to who that woman could have been.

Later, in my 20's, I was reading a book on angel visits. These were experiences of people who were helped by an angel disguised as a human, and I immediately thought of what happened to me at 14. I wondered if that old woman was an angel, coming to me at a time in my life when I was losing hope for my future and maybe could have taken a more wreckless path in my teenage years.

Does anyone have any kind of memories about being able to slow down time when they were a kid?

..or any mysterious memories about life before a serious injury or NDE?

I know it sounds stupid but I used to slow down time and do other stuff when I was really young, but when was 8 I had a serious head injury and it's literally the ONLY memory I have of my childhood (before 8 y/o anyway)

I would wake up to Darth Vader in my room and unable to move...but I didn't know that being a contactee was as a child...

From the age of about 6-10 yrs old, i would have a strange feeling come over me from time to time.. In hindsight, it felt like for a few seconds, i could feel that I was only in my body temporarily during this earth incarnation(of course at the time in didnt think like that).. I remember repeating the phrase in my head during these episodes, which lasted about 30sec to 1min, "i'm not me, i'm not me, i'm not me" weird huh? again thinking back now the feeling was like "i'm not really this body" it was very vivid and i still remember the last time it happened clearly.. i was about 10yrs and was taking a pee looking at the wall behind the toilet.. that was 22yrs ago..

When I was in first grade the principle came into our class with three other men (all wearing suits, but back then every man wore a suit) and they were looking for kids with blue 'dots' in their palms.

The kid next to me had a blue dot in the middle of his left palm it was about the diameter of a nickle and a light bluish tint - sort of like the tint of the veins on white people.

The three men looked at all of our hands, that kid was the only one who had a blue mark. He was taken away. That was the last I ever of the kid.

When ever any of us kids talked about it after that, our teacher called us "little liar(s)". My Mother didn't know anything about it and said that it must have been my imagination.

Of course other kids in my class had this same imagination...