(Story) I woke up in the wrong body

I was a six year old girl walking home from six year old school. <br><br>A car came around the corner as I was about to cross the road and packed in my gut. My mother? My dead mother? The first car was followed by another - it hit me again - I remember the man yelling behind the wheel of the car and my head hitting a cement post on the side of the road. I rolled off the hood of the car and hit the ground. <br><br>I woke up. I was a baby. My mother was rocking me in a chair. I knew who she was - I knew who my father was. I remembered them from my previous life. <br><br>I knew I wasn’t who I was pretending to be. I knew I was from a different time and place. I knew I had a life before. <br><br>A) How? The little girl died didn’t she? I don’t even know if I knew if I’d been hit by a car in that life. <br><br>B) How do I bring this to my parents? I’m three. I don’t want to go into a psych-ward. <br><br>C) If I’ve been raised by this family and they’ve watched me grow for 3 years then I’m probably just going to end up with a potty mouth if I try to express myself and I’ll be branded a liar<br><br>I should just pretend I’m her. <br><br>Why not? I’m physically her. I was raised by these people. They think I’m their adopted child. <br><br>So why? Why do I remember? Why do I remember the way the sun felt on my skin when I played outside at my grandparents house. Why do I remember holding my thumb and running down the stairs and taking the dog along with me. <br><br>But I remember them. <br><br>I remember her. <br><br>I went through life like any of you I guess. School, university, marriage, divorce. I had a child. I got sick. I died. <br><br>In my eyes that was three lifetimes. The life before The Accident, The Accident itself then the life I lived as a totally different person. <br><br>I once read a book about a man who lived a life. Someone took him away and then he woke up as himself again. I reread the book several times and I’m sure it was my fathers copy from when he was a kid because of the age of the book. When I had my own kid I read him that book and he wasn’t very interested in it. <br><br>In my heart, though, I know it was The Accident that took my life from me. The Accident in which I was killed and then given a new life. <br><br>This isn’t a pretend story. I’ve lived this life. I’ve lived several. <br><br>And I hope to live many more when this life is over.