It's been a long time!

[AB1507]

Hi all, I joined this forum way back in 2016, but as far as I can recall, I never actually ever posted anything.
I've had memories of my past life since I was a small child, but at the time of joining I hadn't paid much attention to them or worked out who I may have been.
That all changed in 2017 when I finally decided to begin taking notes and paying close attention to the memories I have, and I feel now that I'm ready to share a little with you. I will share more as I become more comfortable.

But for now, I'll keep it brief. . . .

I was born in Kent on May 5th 1507, the youngest surviving daughter.
I had one older sister (born December 1499) and one older brother (born April 1504)
My parents had also lost two sons in infancy, born back to back after my sister but before my brother.
We kept 3 female horses, Hestia and Ophelia (the 3rd name hasn't come back to me yet)
I was married, had one healthy daughter, lost a son at 8 months gestation in July 1534, miscarried 18 months later and was murdered in 1536.

 

[SeekerOfKnowledge]

Welcome back to the forum then, Amberlyn.

It would be interesting to learn some more obscure details from your PL, if you are willing and feel comfortable to share. And especially how you FELT about this. Because that's the one thing you won't find in any history book: how the experience was for the individual in question (to avoid misunderstandings: I don't mean the murder and not necessarily bad things, but maybe a Christmas celebration where the dessert was horrible or how you felt when your daughter was born how it felt to ride your favorite horse... such things, you get what I mean).

 

[Eva1942]

Welcome back to the forum then, Amberlyn.

It would be interesting to learn some more obscure details from your PL, if you are willing and feel comfortable to share. And especially how you FELT about this. Because that's the one thing you won't find in any history book: how the experience was for the individual in question (to avoid misunderstandings: I don't mean the murder and not necessarily bad things, but maybe a Christmas celebration where the dessert was horrible or how you felt when your daughter was born how it felt to ride your favorite horse... such things, you get what I mean).

Legit agree with this. I always like reading others stories, things that were not recorded. For my WWII lifetimes, I found some rather obscure details that were never recorded anywhere, but I still managed to find semi-validation because the papers were destroyed to hide the truth.

Not being harsh, but it’s all well and good to say “hey I had a life was born on x date, lived x place..” I understand if you’re not entirely comfortable, but this is a public forum and if you’re gonna have something to say, just say it. Who cares what people think. You know the truth about certain life lived and that’s all that matters right?

Eva x

 

[AB1507]

Thank You very much for the replies, and yes I fully understand where you're coming from.
So the horses names I mentioned, they are definitely not recorded anywhere.

I DO have a favourite Christmas memory, it was 1535 and my daughter had been brought to us to join in the celebrations.
She was wearing a beautiful yellow dress, her red hair was braided into two ponytails.
She was 2 years old, and acting very much like a 2 year old.
She was running up and down the Hall, smiling and giggling.
There was live music being played, and she came running to me, took my had and wanted to dance, and so we danced, she laughed when I stumbled and then began to run up and down again and play.
That was the last time I remember spending any time with her, and it's a memory that I absolutely treasure.

I can also share a somewhat amusing memory I have from when I was a small child, I was around 4 years old, so it would have been 1511 (there abouts) and I was playing outside with my brother who was 7 at the time, with our older sister supervising us, she would have been around 14.
Our sister wanted to move to another part of the grounds, and so she called us in so that we could go with her, and she could continue to supervise us as we played.
So my brother and I began running back towards her.
But my brother suddenly stopped running, and he spun around with his arms outstretched at his sides, to see where I was - not realising that I was running right behind him.
We collided, and I fell to the ground.
I was completely tangled up in my dress which had ripped, and my long dark hair was stuck firmly across my face from where I'd been sweating while running and playing.
I eventually managed to get to my feet, and ran straight to my sister, crying and wailing.
She picked me up and we all went indoors, where our poor sister was scolded by our Father for "not supervising us"
The poor girl, she was supervising us just fine, our brother just stopped so suddenly, the collision was inevitable.

 

[AB1507]

Just letting you know my username has been changed to reflect my past life initials (AB) and my birth year (1507)