It is true that memories of being in the womb are possible and have been documented. Each of us really does record within us all activities of what we do, but each individual brings forth only fragments of what went on before. Here's a moment when I was about 18 months old.

The Duck Pond

I know that grandma had told me that I should never go near HER crystal clear pond where the ducks come to play.
I would stare at the oval shaped shiny material that the ducks went in and out of
and where they played on it all the time.
Hmmm! I wanted to do that too, just so I could see myself in the shiny material.
I wanted to sit like them…
Then there would be two of me!
Waddling over to the edge of the shiny reflective material
I squatted down and stuck my dainty finger on the material.
Hmmmm! It feels smooth and cool.
Look! There’s another hand!
I bent over to look more at this duck place,
Ohhh! Look, there’s my face!
My balance wasn’t so stable in this position;
Into the pond I toppled!


WOW! I’m all wet!

Now I am sitting in the middle of the reflective stuff.
I saw two of me…
And some ducks too.
I splashed and played in the water…
OH! Where did the other me go?
Look! If I sit still I come back,
And so do the ducks.
I don’t remember how long I played there,
It was so cool and quiet.
Only me and the ducks.
Suddenly I became frightened.
I heard harsh angry words…
They came from my best loved grandma.
I had never heard her raise a tone to me…
The tears rushed down my warm chubby cheeks.
"I knew that I couldn’t trust an 18 month old!
You were told to stay away from MY duck pond!"
Crocodile tears streamed down my chubby cheeks,
But grandma wiped them away.
She hugged me and said…
"It can be a special place for both of us!"

 

 

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