In the late 90's my ex-husband and I were going to a concert, and got lost. We found ourselves in a small town called Dade City. We quickly found our way back to the highway and went on our way. I really loved the way the town looked, and wanted to go back when we had the time to do so. However, we got divorced shortly afterwards and never got the chance.
Last year my friend who is a teacher, wanted to get out of the city for a while. She wanted to take her son to a small town where they both could enjoy life at a simpler pace. I suggested Dade City. I knew nothing about the town, except that it was clean, and quaint. So we decided to go there for the weekend and see if it would be an ideal place for her and her son to vacation, as it's only about a 45 minute drive away. On the way there she and I talked about summer vacations we experienced as children. Throughout the entire drive her nine year old son quietly played his video game in the backseat. We almost forgot he was there. As we came upon the outskirts of the town her son perked up, and said, "I used to play football in that field over there, when I was older." My friend told him that he must be mistaken, because they'd never been there before. He just repeated that he played football there back when he was older. I was intrigued, and wanted to know more, because I believe in past lives, and have always heard that you should not discourage children when they talk about these things. He pointed out a few houses and said this friend or that friend lived there. And then gave his mom an address on Wilds Rd and said that was where he used to live. We found the street, and found the house with a for rent sign in the front yard. There was a box attached to the sign with paperwork inside that listed the details of the house, and the owners names. However my friends son said that wasn't his family, as he we was named after his father and his name had been James. We didn't even bother trying to find out any information on who the previous homeowners were, or their history, because then my friends son told us he wanted to eat at Williams Restaurant and said it was on 7th street. When there actually was such a place, we just took him at his word and let the matter drop.
My friend was freaked out, and we left the town right after lunch. They ended up going to Orlando for vacation, and visiting several of the parks. My friend refuses to even discuss the matter any further. I however am convinced and would like to know more. But it will have to wait until my friends son is older, hopefully he will still remember then.