Past Life BleedThrough

This story is kind of unfolding in its own way and I’m trying to keep things interesting. I have a couple memories from when I was two years old. One of them was of me sitting on the side board of my grandpa’s pickup during harvest time when lots of people were helping out at the farm.

Something else happened when I was two years old. That’s when we moved to the farm and one day no one could find me. I had wandered off…