Well today me and my mom went to starbucks. on the way home she was saying some stuff about when i was 4 and 5 years old.
first. one day me and my mom was at this thing where it was a clif and the refs and on there rocks and stuff and in the bottom is water. well my mom was talking to me and i wasnt saying anything. and a boat came along. and my mom said i start screaming “my baby some one stole my baby!” she said i didnt really talk much or good normaly at 4 years old but that was very clear she said.
second. one day me and my mom was at the beach and walking on the board walk. i was about maybe 3 years old or 4. couldnt really walk much. i was walking on the like thing on a board walk. and i saw a bokay of flowers. i had told my mom pick thows up. she said i dont wanna carry those around. and i had said “there not for you.” so she picked them up and gave them to me we kept walking… and then we saw this crying lady she was so sad. and my mom said that i said “happy birthday. he didnt mean to forget your birthday” and gave her the flowers…
also my mom saidwhen i was like real young when her friends was sitting down ya couldnt tell if they wer sad or not but she said i whould rub there face and whould say “you need to go home and think about it” or “everything well be ok” and then they whould just start crying.
i dont know what it all means but my mom has so much storys of this stuff that i did.
this 100% true
