I didn't get to watch TV until I was about 6 years old, and my parents supervised what I was watching..

I have dealt with an assortment of memories since I was a very small child, that at the time did not disturb me, although they disturbed my parents when I gave implications or told them.

I recall being born, also. I was able to describe the mid wife or doctor, to which I was perplexed, given that infants typically do not open their eyes until around the age of 4 weeks old. My mother, however, confirmed my details regarding the doctor as well as the fact that my eyes were open with a surprised expression. I was a very precocious child, and I reportedly began to speak in coherent sentences as young as 10 months of age.

Before the memory of being born, I have a very traumatic memory of being hanging from a tree. The tree was enormous and with a flattened bottom. My head ended up being yanked upwards. I could not see anything while I was actually struggling and I got the impression that I had something placed over my eyes - the drop was short, like that of an elevator moving downwards suddenly, and my neck did not break immediately.

Incidentally, I have a birthmark that resembles a burn or graze wound towards the rear of my neck, or just above my hairline. It is tender to the touch and I am phobic of anything applying the faintest pressure towards my neck region.

I was told, that as soon as I could draw, it would be of cartoon figures that were fairly simplistic. Sometimes, however, I would spontaneously draw 'detailed mechanical objects' - typically vehicles, such as cars or airplanes. I would also try and piece random things together to build cars or planes.

I would also speak of a 'sweetie', a metaphor for my wife, as well as a sister named Mary Ann. When I was around three or four years old, I grew attached to a small white blanket, that I called 'sweetie'. When my parents inquired as to why I called 'her' that, I told them ''she is my wife and she wears a white dress.'' I wouldn't be able to fall asleep without it. According to my parents, I would apparently dream about her in a more realistic form. I was asked how old she was, to which I replied ''she turns 110 years old soon''. I faintly remember this, and I also remember my father getting freaked out by it.

I would have frequent nightmares, and I cried a great deal as both a baby and a toddler. I had issues sleeping unless it was with my mother as I was frightened that I would be taken away while I slept.

There are more generalized, less specific memories, such as memories of what the town I resided in looked like, as well as memories of a dark-bricked factory with four stories that had bright writing towards the side. When I looked towards that memory, however, I felt a bad feeling, but I wasn't quite sure why. I began to get that feeling whenever I saw similar old industrial buildings.



But he was just a fictional character, though...