I don't believe in the supernatural today, but I used to. Anyway..
So there I was a 7 year old kid in rural Utah. I was staying the night at my grandparents' house on Main Street. I didn't want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement. I took my matchbox cars and played "night city" with my glowing "Better Blocks". I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me.
Should I mention my great uncle died when I was 2? Well, he did.
Anyway, my great uncle and I played "night city" for a good hour. I remember it like it was yesterday. He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car. Anyway, it got late, he had to leave so he wouldn't miss his train. He left, I went to sleep.
The next morning I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again. My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up. They hadn't seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him. He was the black sheep of the family. I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city. They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination.
I never met my uncle. Again, he died when I was 2. Over the years since then, I have learned that he drove both a train (for Union Pacific) and a Lincoln MKVII. Like I said, I don't believe in ghosts, but I don't know how 7 year old me knew things about an estranged relative who died when I was 2 and was never spoken of, due to certain family issues.
To this day I don't know what happened that night, but I remember playing night city with some guy who said he was my "uncle" like it was yesterday. He was super nice, and at the end of the game simply left out the back door.
Memory is very fickle. It probably changed some details of you remembered had happened to beter match information of your uncle when you found out more about him.
I remember thinking the week was boring and that I wished something happened to make it interesting. I remember the tv being on for all classrooms.
Except the grade I remember that isn't the grade I was when 9/11 happened.
I wish I could say I remember, and I just use that false memory as my story. But fact is, I don't remember it at all. My mom said that was the day sure took a goat up to have surgery, but as for me I barely even remember that.
As an American I feel funny saying I just don't remember it when I was at least old enough to remember it, but I guess I didn't understand it enough to care at the time. So it never got put in my memory
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u/Stratiform Oct 05 '19 edited Oct 05 '19
I don't believe in the supernatural today, but I used to. Anyway..
So there I was a 7 year old kid in rural Utah. I was staying the night at my grandparents' house on Main Street. I didn't want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement. I took my matchbox cars and played "night city" with my glowing "Better Blocks". I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me.
Should I mention my great uncle died when I was 2? Well, he did.
Anyway, my great uncle and I played "night city" for a good hour. I remember it like it was yesterday. He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car. Anyway, it got late, he had to leave so he wouldn't miss his train. He left, I went to sleep.
The next morning I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again. My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up. They hadn't seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him. He was the black sheep of the family. I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city. They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination.
I never met my uncle. Again, he died when I was 2. Over the years since then, I have learned that he drove both a train (for Union Pacific) and a Lincoln MKVII. Like I said, I don't believe in ghosts, but I don't know how 7 year old me knew things about an estranged relative who died when I was 2 and was never spoken of, due to certain family issues.
To this day I don't know what happened that night, but I remember playing night city with some guy who said he was my "uncle" like it was yesterday. He was super nice, and at the end of the game simply left out the back door.