Psychic children?

When DGD was three, she would run into the spare bedroom of the big old house where I was living then, and say ‘Hello Nanty’, all the while looking very happy.
The lady next door told me some time afterwards that her neighbours had always referred to their Aunt’s grandmother as ‘Nanty’, and that the dear old lady had lived with them until her death age 102!
It made me feel
A bit shivery, but judging by DGD’s reaction, Nanty - if that’s who she was greeting - must have been a very good sort of person!

My son (now 39) was two when he said... ' of course, when you die, you come back as another baby'.

Willow500 - thank you for that picture of your husband, made me chuckle so much over breakfast!

Many years ago as a young child of about 6 or 7 I was taken to a stately home not far from where we then lived. As I walked down the long hall I 'knew' that the room at the end of it had a very tall window and could see myself standing at it in a blue crinoline type gown looking down onto the garden and the drive. Sure enough when we got there the scene was exactly what I'd 'seen'. I'd never been there before or seen anything about the house - this was the 1950's so no TV documentaries or colour television back then. To this day I've no idea what that was about but like to think maybe I lived there in a former life. My husband knows I'd like my ashes to be scattered in the grounds but reckons he'll have to put them down his trousers and scatter them around secretly

William Wordsworth knew about it.
"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day. "
Intimations of Immortality from the Recollections of Early Childhood

me, should read took me back