I have no recollection of this. But my mother told me from the time I learned to talk until I was about four or five, I told her stories everyday about my "other mother" and my brother Michael.

She thought that I was just using my imagination and making up stories, until one day I came to her and said "Mommy, I died today." She asked me how, and I told her "I was having a baby. My baby didn't want to come out, and we died." After that, I didn't tell her any more stories or even mention my "other mother" again.

I read somewhere that our birthmarks represent how we died in our past lives. If that's true, I have a huge birthmark on my stomach.

Sarah

Posted 1-19-2012