Me Disguised As A Responsible Adult

[Shiftkitty]

I love cars and hope the environmental extremists never get their way. Old ones, new ones, I don't care. They're beautiful beasts. So when a 1946 Cadillac was seen lurking in a parking lot, I just had to check it out. Turns out I wasn't the only admirer of this high-gloss black beauty. A mother and her daughter were also looking at it. I muttered to myself about how gorgeous this baby was and the little girl, her eyes all a-glitter, said "Mine was blue." Mother gave her a half smirk like she was being mildly silly, but that's when my inner adult emerged. I told the girl that is she studied hard in school, she could very well own another one someday. I left with only a smile and a nod, not wanting to pursue the matter with a stranger who could well be offended by the notion of reincarnation (besides, being on the job, I was supposed to be working...), but I thought it neat that the little girl seemed to be remembering another life thanks to the chance appearance of a 1946 Cadillac 60 Special!

 

[deborah]

The most innocent of comments like this are priceless. Wish we could add them ALL up. If that was possible....that would be the best scientific data possible. You were the responsible yet disguised adult!


I love your sense of humor BTW.

 

[Truthseeker]

That's awesome! Evidence of a past life hiding in plain sight. So few people would actually take what that little girl said seriously.


A friend of mine has a 1950 Mercury and he loves that car. In fact, so much of him just reeks of the 1950's. He's definately a throwback. I said to him jokingly one day, "Josh, if I didn't know any better I'd say you had a bit of an affinity for the 50's." He sacrastically responded, "Just a little bit." There's no doubt in my mind he's strongly rooted in a past life.

 

[usetawuz]

"Mine was blue." That is so cool and how much clearer can one get? I can see the girl tell her mom "Lets go look at that car!" And to get that with strangers in passing...I sense a massive enlightenment coming in which these observations will be considered commonplace.


Several years ago I had to lift my then four year old son up to the sink to wash his hands. With a heavy sigh he said "I sure wish I was tall again!" I asked him "when were you tall before?" and he replied "Before!" as if I would remember. It was only later he told me he was killed in Viet Nam and pointed to the mark on his neck. I asked him if that was where the bullet struck him and he said "Where the shrapnel struck me...it wasn't a bullet." I stood corrected.