Tex
Senior Registered
Hi, I was born in south america in the mid 60´s. Sorry about my written english. It’s not my native language, but I feel comfortable writing it. I would like to share some experiences I had since I was a less than one year old. I was born in a family who believe in reincarnation, for that reason it was no difficult for me to accept and take naturally this experiences.
I have a very clear memory, specially when I was a little kid.
Since I was born until six months, I lived with my parents. I still have memories of that time. One day, a car race was taking place at the city. It has a starting point inside the city. That was common back then. Now is unthinkable to do that. I was around 5 or 6 months old, and my parents took me with them to the front porch of the house. It was close to the starting point of the race. As soon as the engines turned on, I start screaming as crazy. They took me back inside the house, trying to cover my ears to protect me. They did everything they can to calm me down. Nothing worked until a few ours later taking me at the back yard of the house. A few years later I had a similar experience, walking in the streets, a motorcycle passed by my side and the engine exhaust made a very loud noise… I rest petrified and trembling for a wile.
Between 6 months and one year, I lived at my grandma’s home. My mother went into a surgery and my father took care of her. I spend 6 months with my grandma and my uncle. There, I start walking at 8 months of age.
I remember the old house, the long table at the kitchen, the green plaid cover of the table, and myself walking on the side of that table into my grandma’s arms.
It was an old fashioned cupboard beside the table, with two little doors on the upper part. On the glass of those doors there were two decals. My uncle use to pick me up in his arms and start teaching me some words watching those decals. I still remember the colors… never forgot those colors back then…
I remember a dream of that time. Being in a train, traveling in some place with mountains at the distance (At the present moment I can say it was something like america´s midwest, but back then it was impossible to know where it was…). I still remember now the people in that train. A little girl offering some cookies... I remember the type of cookies in the paper bag. The people around...
I had this dream at my grandma home. I never traveled by train with my parents before I was 6 years old. A couple of years later I told my parents about that dream couple of times, but they had no any answer to me. The memory is still clear now, after 45 years.
At my first birthday I returned to my parent’s home. I use to have there a wooden box to put inside all my toys. It was a big box, and I remember to ask my mother continuously to empty the box, and put the box on its side, to manage myself inside it and use the box as a shelter. This was between one and three years old.
My father use to repair radios and other electronics. He had a little workshop in the house and he had some vinyl music discs to test the turntables he use to repair, and I remember one single disc in particular that fascinated me. I can hear that for hours again and again. Was Glenn Miller’s In the Mood.
At age 4, we move to other house, almost outside the city limits. It was a nice place, very close to the farms. It was a forest very close. It was my favorite place to climb and play. I still remember the summer nights with the family back there.
I was very attracted to airplanes and military life since I remember. I use to run outside always a plane passed over the house, searching the sky frantically until I can find it. This was for years. When I grew up, the challenge was to identify the model of the plane.
All my life I though that the army was the only option I have as a profession in the adulthood. Since I was 3, I use to play soldiers. I use to draw the "badges" to put in my "uniform". I felt always comfortable wearing plain dark green clothes. I use to draw the flag to put in my right arm, and some other badge to put in my left arm. My parents always wander why the flag I use to draw was not my country flag. I remember drawing American flags, and place it on the right arm.
I use to build shelters outside in the backyard or in the woods near home, to play soldiers with the neighborhood friends. I use to spend ours there, even late in winter weather. It was a safety place inside those shelters, even if there were only a blanket used as a tent.
I did not come from a wetly family. Some toys where out of reaching for me. For that reason I use to build or design my own toys. I remember to draw guns in wood and bring it to cut at the woodshop near home.
Shoes. Heavy shoes or boots. It was almost the first thing to put as soon as I wake up, right after the trousers and before anything else… Was the first thing to wear. Never being bare foot even indoors. For years I felt uncomfortable without shoes. Also I use to put the trousers inside the boots.
When I was 11 I start doing social service at the Red Cross in my city. They accept me one year early than the regular age to participate, and I was sure that first aids and service to other people was the right thing to do for a kid. I remember that was very important to me to have a first aid kit close.
I start building scale models at age 13, and I had opportunity to do some research, because, getting involved with weapons models and uniforms. I start reading history books an magazines, but my fav readings was always related to WWII history.
I realized that the shape of those guns as I use to draw at 6 or 7 fit perfectly with M1 rifles, A1 Thompson, and .45 Colts…
The brassards with flags where common during D Day among paratroopers. Being an avid consumer of documentaries, I found that also in Market Garden op they were wearing massively those American flag brassards. The 101st Airborne badge sound oddly familiar to me.
When I was 16, walking in the city I found an advertisement of the local airfield about skydiving. Was instant attraction. I remember I asked my father to sign the permits to start jumping. I didn’t give him the option to say no. I start jumping six month later. I did it for one year. There, most of the people jumping were from the local army garrison. I made good friends there.
Some memories from there came back to me a few days ago when talking with a retired army NCO, who with use to jump together back then, almost 30 years ago. I did 13 jumps. Always with static lines, army style jumps from civilian planes. I never being interested to do free fall, also because I found that was very difficult for me to manage the fear at the plane door. It was almost an irrational fear. We were laughing with my friend about that (now, after a lot of years!). I use to be extremely afraid before each jump, but I did them all.
Then after three years I tried to get in the army. For health reasons I didn’t made it. It was shocking. I remember asking myself why this happened to me. All my plans went in pieces.
Years later I’ve been diagnosed with a congenital brain disease. I have a spot in my forehead that is sensible to touch. I suffered of headaches since I was a kid, always the same pain. The pain is always in the same place, on the right side. Also I was diagnosis with stereoblindness. One of my eyes is not working properly. I have almost no sense of smell. I have health issues since very early age. Lots of times recovered in hospital and with very high propensity to accidents… stupid and serious ones, they are coming seasonally. This is pure non sense, but it’s real. Also I’m suffering since a lot of years some unexplainable pain in my flank. Did a lot of test but medics didn’t found the causes. It’s an intermittent pain, like a stab. Comes and go away without any cause. No any medical reason. All tests are ok, but the pain is persistent, even if it’s sporadic.
After a couple of years battling with no sense and depression, I found the path to get outside doing social service in different environments. It was like start a new life. I had opportunity to travel and live and work in other countries. In the last 20 years I learned 3 different languages, I spend more than three years living in the US, at the east coast. I had no problem with the language. I had opportunity to get inside the culture, meet people, music (I’m fan of country music since I was a kid). I felt very familiar with the place.
I have a very clear memory, specially when I was a little kid.
Since I was born until six months, I lived with my parents. I still have memories of that time. One day, a car race was taking place at the city. It has a starting point inside the city. That was common back then. Now is unthinkable to do that. I was around 5 or 6 months old, and my parents took me with them to the front porch of the house. It was close to the starting point of the race. As soon as the engines turned on, I start screaming as crazy. They took me back inside the house, trying to cover my ears to protect me. They did everything they can to calm me down. Nothing worked until a few ours later taking me at the back yard of the house. A few years later I had a similar experience, walking in the streets, a motorcycle passed by my side and the engine exhaust made a very loud noise… I rest petrified and trembling for a wile.
Between 6 months and one year, I lived at my grandma’s home. My mother went into a surgery and my father took care of her. I spend 6 months with my grandma and my uncle. There, I start walking at 8 months of age.
I remember the old house, the long table at the kitchen, the green plaid cover of the table, and myself walking on the side of that table into my grandma’s arms.
It was an old fashioned cupboard beside the table, with two little doors on the upper part. On the glass of those doors there were two decals. My uncle use to pick me up in his arms and start teaching me some words watching those decals. I still remember the colors… never forgot those colors back then…
I remember a dream of that time. Being in a train, traveling in some place with mountains at the distance (At the present moment I can say it was something like america´s midwest, but back then it was impossible to know where it was…). I still remember now the people in that train. A little girl offering some cookies... I remember the type of cookies in the paper bag. The people around...
I had this dream at my grandma home. I never traveled by train with my parents before I was 6 years old. A couple of years later I told my parents about that dream couple of times, but they had no any answer to me. The memory is still clear now, after 45 years.
At my first birthday I returned to my parent’s home. I use to have there a wooden box to put inside all my toys. It was a big box, and I remember to ask my mother continuously to empty the box, and put the box on its side, to manage myself inside it and use the box as a shelter. This was between one and three years old.
My father use to repair radios and other electronics. He had a little workshop in the house and he had some vinyl music discs to test the turntables he use to repair, and I remember one single disc in particular that fascinated me. I can hear that for hours again and again. Was Glenn Miller’s In the Mood.
At age 4, we move to other house, almost outside the city limits. It was a nice place, very close to the farms. It was a forest very close. It was my favorite place to climb and play. I still remember the summer nights with the family back there.
I was very attracted to airplanes and military life since I remember. I use to run outside always a plane passed over the house, searching the sky frantically until I can find it. This was for years. When I grew up, the challenge was to identify the model of the plane.
All my life I though that the army was the only option I have as a profession in the adulthood. Since I was 3, I use to play soldiers. I use to draw the "badges" to put in my "uniform". I felt always comfortable wearing plain dark green clothes. I use to draw the flag to put in my right arm, and some other badge to put in my left arm. My parents always wander why the flag I use to draw was not my country flag. I remember drawing American flags, and place it on the right arm.
I use to build shelters outside in the backyard or in the woods near home, to play soldiers with the neighborhood friends. I use to spend ours there, even late in winter weather. It was a safety place inside those shelters, even if there were only a blanket used as a tent.
I did not come from a wetly family. Some toys where out of reaching for me. For that reason I use to build or design my own toys. I remember to draw guns in wood and bring it to cut at the woodshop near home.
Shoes. Heavy shoes or boots. It was almost the first thing to put as soon as I wake up, right after the trousers and before anything else… Was the first thing to wear. Never being bare foot even indoors. For years I felt uncomfortable without shoes. Also I use to put the trousers inside the boots.
When I was 11 I start doing social service at the Red Cross in my city. They accept me one year early than the regular age to participate, and I was sure that first aids and service to other people was the right thing to do for a kid. I remember that was very important to me to have a first aid kit close.
I start building scale models at age 13, and I had opportunity to do some research, because, getting involved with weapons models and uniforms. I start reading history books an magazines, but my fav readings was always related to WWII history.
I realized that the shape of those guns as I use to draw at 6 or 7 fit perfectly with M1 rifles, A1 Thompson, and .45 Colts…
The brassards with flags where common during D Day among paratroopers. Being an avid consumer of documentaries, I found that also in Market Garden op they were wearing massively those American flag brassards. The 101st Airborne badge sound oddly familiar to me.
When I was 16, walking in the city I found an advertisement of the local airfield about skydiving. Was instant attraction. I remember I asked my father to sign the permits to start jumping. I didn’t give him the option to say no. I start jumping six month later. I did it for one year. There, most of the people jumping were from the local army garrison. I made good friends there.
Some memories from there came back to me a few days ago when talking with a retired army NCO, who with use to jump together back then, almost 30 years ago. I did 13 jumps. Always with static lines, army style jumps from civilian planes. I never being interested to do free fall, also because I found that was very difficult for me to manage the fear at the plane door. It was almost an irrational fear. We were laughing with my friend about that (now, after a lot of years!). I use to be extremely afraid before each jump, but I did them all.
Then after three years I tried to get in the army. For health reasons I didn’t made it. It was shocking. I remember asking myself why this happened to me. All my plans went in pieces.
Years later I’ve been diagnosed with a congenital brain disease. I have a spot in my forehead that is sensible to touch. I suffered of headaches since I was a kid, always the same pain. The pain is always in the same place, on the right side. Also I was diagnosis with stereoblindness. One of my eyes is not working properly. I have almost no sense of smell. I have health issues since very early age. Lots of times recovered in hospital and with very high propensity to accidents… stupid and serious ones, they are coming seasonally. This is pure non sense, but it’s real. Also I’m suffering since a lot of years some unexplainable pain in my flank. Did a lot of test but medics didn’t found the causes. It’s an intermittent pain, like a stab. Comes and go away without any cause. No any medical reason. All tests are ok, but the pain is persistent, even if it’s sporadic.
After a couple of years battling with no sense and depression, I found the path to get outside doing social service in different environments. It was like start a new life. I had opportunity to travel and live and work in other countries. In the last 20 years I learned 3 different languages, I spend more than three years living in the US, at the east coast. I had no problem with the language. I had opportunity to get inside the culture, meet people, music (I’m fan of country music since I was a kid). I felt very familiar with the place.
