No Where Near The Beginning or End

My entire life I have experienced  the paranormal... it just became part of who i was. I saw ghosts, and to me they aren't like what you think. They look like the rest of us, just their clothing, demeanor, or words are out of context of the time or place. It never scared me, in fact, it took a while for me to actually realize that they weren't alive like me. This happened from the time I was pretty small.

Other things happened to me, as well. I would hear footsteps, things would break around me, and red lights would even change to green when I wanted them to. I also would have bad feelings about  people, and then later learn that they weren't exactly good people. I eventually learned to listen to my heart. It actually got to the point that my Mother no longer found it strange when these things would happen. There was actually an incident when I was around seven that continues to stick out in my memories and makes  me realize just what my Mother was dealing with.

One night, my Mother decided that she would let me stay up late and watch a scary movie with her and my step-father, this would turn out to be the last time I was allowed to watch a horror that involved a little girl. The movie didn't scare me and I fell asleep quite easily. However, in the middle of the night, I dreamed that i was being dragged down a long hallway and woke screaming. Something had my foot. My Mother and step-father ran into my room and informed me that my foot was tangled in my curtain. [this would be the last time I slept with my feet near a window]  They calmed me down and sat down on my bed to talk to me. I looked  out my window and screamed... there was an old man walking across our yard... IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. My Mother proceeded to tell me that it was my mind playing tricks on me. They once again calmed me and put me back to bed. I was just about  to drift off when I heard my step-father ask my Mother if I saw ghosts and she told him yes. That was the last mention of that night or the fact that I could see ghosts. I know, this doesn't seem THAT strange, but just a year or two ago I got the whole story.

Years later, while I was pregnant with my little prince, I had a dream about my great-granny. She was telling me that my LP would be special. I asked my Mother about this and she told me that she was told the same thing by my great-granny when she was pregnant with me. We continue the conversation and eventually talk about that night, when I was just seven years old. I didn't realize until this moment that I in fact did not have the entire story. I was not aware of the fact that my Mother and step-father were in fact ON THE PORCH, several rooms away, when they had the conversation about my seeing ghosts--- and I really do not have the best hearing. HOW DID I HEAR THIS? Also, my Mother did not say "yes" out loud, she simply nodded in response to my step-father's question about my seeing ghosts.

This conversation has caused me to really ponder some of my memories and experiences.
This is no where near the beginning or end, just what caused me to try and figure it all out.