It's a very complex situation we are all in. The memories are fragmented but there is enough to piece together some of that life but not enough to fully investigate ie no audible memories, thoughts just images and some feelings. Like watching a movie.

What I do remember was the dying process, it had a lot of tactile sensations and some audio for example: As I lay dying I could hear what I thought was water dripping by my ear (in reality is was blood likely from a fatal head wound). The sound of each drop became more intense and what I saw visually collapsed into a single point, like a cathode TV being turned off.

After that I shifted out of the body and stood in a state of shock. A being of light descended and emitted an energy that acted like a tractor beam metaphorically, and lifted me upwards and then through these layers until we reached some unknown destination where it began to explain that I had died.

One of the areas which I'll never forget was like an ocean where I stood, it was almost up to my waist. I put my hand in it and pulled up all of these flat grey dime-shaped disks (translucent also). The being told me that they were like me, waiting to return to life.

It was then that I realized it wanted to send me back so I argued that I didn't want to go back, that it was crazy down there. Everybody was killing everybody and I wanted nothing to do with it.

All it said was, "This time it will be different" and I entered what caused the fragmentation, a type of fractal vortex and the new life began.

As a child I would naturally go out of body and return to the being and continue contesting my return angry that it had sent me back and each time it would just kick me back into wakefulness. So I attribute this struggle as to why the memories existed at all. The conflict and desire not to come back dragged that drama into this life.