Remembering

I find myself resonating with memories that don't belong to this present lifetime. And then I have an experience that my mother told me. She said when I was little I used to wander around the front yard like I was lost. She said she did not know what to do for me. Why, as a small child probably under the age of five, would I appear lost unless I had been someplace else, unless some where or time was more familiar? Is that why reading and writing about things connected to other times and places fascinates me? I am sorry to be rambling so today. Things like this have been on my mind recently and the easiest way for me to focus them better is to write about them. Maybe my brain will focus better later. Have a peaceful and blessed day.