I have quite a few items from my childhood as they were in my home at that time and my Mother gave them to me. I have a herd of Goebel Elephants that were my Grandmothers. I also have a vintage radio that was my Great Grandmothers that I picked out from her house when she passed. And my Grandfathers feather pillow because it was what he rested on every night as he slept. Id really like to not have to give these items up. I love and cherish them. Those I have had since childhood. I have more that came after that time period from other deceased relatives and friends.

I just got off the phone with my Mom, took the plunge and sounded like I had lost my mind when I asked her if anything weird ever seemed amiss when I was 5. I've tried over the years to tell her what was going on and she always dismissed me, and was much happier with the sleep disorder diagnosis. My mother is not a religious person. I wasn't raised with it and had to find my own personal relationship with God.

She said when I was younger I used to sit up in my Grandmothers attic and talk to someone who wasn't there. She said it was my imaginary friend. I don't remember this. And I have very vivid memories and can remember as far back as 3 years old and eating grapes with my Grandpa. He peeled them for me and kept saying I was eating his eye. Strange I know but it made me laugh so hard.

I'm really creeped out right now.