I Knew

For the first five years of my life I had unusually high psychic powers. I also have no memories of these five years. My parents, however, have not forgotten at all. I was four years old. It was ten at night and both my brother and I were asleep upstairs. It was at this late hour my parents received a call informing them that my dad's grandmother had died and the funeral would be in a few days.

They discussed things for about an hour before deciding to leave the next morning. As my dad called his work to let them know, my mother came upstairs as began packing some bags. She came into my room and I woke as she started packing. I rolled over and asked her what she was doing. My mother sat on my bed and told me that daddy's grandma had died and we had to leave in the morning for the funeral. I proceeded to say "I know, I saw her in my dream and she told me not to be scared. She said it would be okay..."

I cried when my mother told me this story ten years after it happened. I cried because I was sad that my memories of it were gone and that my psychic abilities had diminished since then. But I also cried for happiness that I once had that power. Though I can no longer commune with the spirits I sense around me, I hope to learn why these memories are suppressed and revive them if possible.