I always knew there were immortals among us, or some kind of tightly regulated transgenerational agendas. I wrote many stories about this when I was like 10, occasionally when I close my eyes there will be an endless stream of images through my mind. Places, people, scenes. They form and disappear at a rate of 1 per .75 seconds and are all unique to the point where I either have suppressed memories, or they're coming from an external source.

This is a thread for "that" kind of thing. Early childhood memories, memories of other lives, and so forth.

Also no, it shall be here, not /x/.