BOOK 2 of our series, THE BIRTHGROUNDS: A BIRSTY LIFE, takes a look at how the stories of our past lives can influence our present.
Here are a few of the highlights.
The ghosts of my childhood haunts my heart and mind, so I thought it would be a good idea to revisit my own childhood experiences to find out how they affected me.
My parents’ story about being kidnapped by a ghost was the most vivid memory of them all.
I grew up in New Jersey in a family of eight.
My father, William, was a writer, and my mother, Alice, was an actress.
My grandfather, a banker and a friend of mine, died of tuberculosis in 1883, at the age of 57.
The night before his funeral, I woke up in a bed in the basement with a big, green, white ghost staring at me.
It was my grandfather’s ghost.
The next morning, I took my grandfather to the cemetery.
There were four other graves in the cemetery, but it was my grandparents’ tombstone that I was looking at.
There was no trace of the ghost, so when I opened the tombstone, I felt the ghost and thought: “That was my grandmother.”
My grandfather’s grave was on the other side of the cemetery from mine.
The two graves were identical.
My grandmother’s ghost was standing next to my grandfather.
When she walked through the door, she turned around and she looked into my eyes and said: “I’m going to see you when I get back.”
I thought, “That’s right, I’ve seen my grandmother and my grandmother’s ghosts.”
My grandmother was a little girl, but I think she was more than that.
She was a caring, loving woman who cared about her children, her grandchildren, and her neighbors.
I think her spirit visited her and spoke to her.
It told her she was a good person and was loved by everyone in her life.
She always wore a hat, and she had a pink ribbon that she wrapped around her waist and tied around her neck.
She used to walk around with a pink scarf on her head, which she used to tie around her head when she went to the store.
She had a pet rabbit named Fiddler.
She loved dogs, cats, and chickens.
She would give them a treat whenever they would come over to the house.
In the 1940s, I was living with my grandfather in a house that was in his garage.
My grandparents were always playing with me and playing cards and things.
They were very close.
My mother was the housekeeper.
My grandpa was the electrician, and they worked very well together.
As a child, my grandmother had many friends.
I was the only girl in my family, and I always played with the boys.
She didn’t like dolls, and when she played with a doll, she was always the one that cried.
She kept a doll in a box on the mantelpiece and played with it.
My uncle, William Linn, was the principal at the school that my grandfather attended.
He was the best teacher I ever had.
When I was a kid, my uncle had a big collection of dolls, so we would take turns going to the school to play with them.
When I was in the eighth grade, I used to go to my uncle’s house with my sister and my friend, who was 14 years old.
We used to take turns playing with dolls and drawing with colored pencils.
My sister was a big doll collector and we all loved playing with them, and we would go to the park, go into the woods, and play with the dolls.
We all loved the doll, so whenever we were in the woods together, we would pretend that we were the dolls, or we would play with dolls.
At one point, I asked my grandmother to give me a toy doll that she had given me as a present from her husband.
She gave me a doll that looked like a black and white picture of a person and had two legs and a trunk.
When we were talking about the doll at the house, she said that I could look at it when I got home and I would see that there were some markings on the trunk that indicated that she was the person.
The markings on my doll said that she lived in a shack in the backwoods of South Carolina.
We were talking a few months later, and this woman told me that she used a little boy named Frank, who had a little sister named Emily, to look after her and that she would play in the yard and I could play in her house.
Frank lived in the house and was a dog.
I asked her if Frank could come out and play in my yard, and the next day