A few years ago I went back to the house where I spent the first few years of my life; I had not been there since the age of four.
At one point I entered a room and I heard myself say out loud "my sister was born here..."
To be clear, my parents had no photos of that room or anything growing up. There were pictures of my baby sister, sure, but they were all too zoomed in to make any sense of the surroundings. I took a photo with my phone and sent it to my parents, and they confirmed that that was the room where my sister was born.
I just knew somehow; there was no visual memory but as I walked through the door I instantly had this feeling of seeing my sister for the first time. It was really strange, but then again, it makes sense that a moment like that is pretty impressive.
At one point I entered a room and I heard myself say out loud "my sister was born here..."
To be clear, my parents had no photos of that room or anything growing up. There were pictures of my baby sister, sure, but they were all too zoomed in to make any sense of the surroundings. I took a photo with my phone and sent it to my parents, and they confirmed that that was the room where my sister was born.
I just knew somehow; there was no visual memory but as I walked through the door I instantly had this feeling of seeing my sister for the first time. It was really strange, but then again, it makes sense that a moment like that is pretty impressive.