Sounds interesting...The year that popped into my head during the regression was 1807; maybe that was when I died. I think I lived up into my 30s. I think I was raped, and died in childbirth, and I remember it because I didn't tell anyone about the rape and I felt alone and misunderstood. I have a tendency to hold onto those feelings now, even when they could be worked out. I also am obsessed with babies, and I frequently want to deliver babies as a nurse or to have lots of kids. I could learn to accept people who try to understand me, and to empathize with those who struggle. Sound good?