I was walking at a forest preserve with Mike a few weeks ago, and the walk stirred up my first ever memory.
The path we were walking on. The position of the sun, the color of the sky, the trees and the smell of the air. All of it collectively reminded me of a specific place.
I was at my grandmother’s house in the country. I was walking down her country road. I smell clover from the fields that surround me on both sides of the road. The sky is blue, and it is late afternoon. I feel safe and happy.
As I am telling Mike this, a familiar scent fills my nose. I can’t place it, but I know it belongs to a person. My grandma? Maybe a relative I’ve never met on Earth? But they are with us on the path we are walking while I’m revealing that memory. I feel like I want to cry and I am filled with happiness at once.
Side note- I’ve never met my maternal grandfather. He was a farmer who raised Black Angus cattle. Sadly, he passed away when my mom was in college. Last spring, I was walking alone in a forest preserve with my dog and at one point, I felt anxious during part of the walk. Then, in the last half mile of the path, I felt my grandpa with me. I’ve never met my grandfather on Earth, but I inherently knew it was him around me for the rest of the walk.
Driving out of the forest preserve, I noticed there was an enormous statue of a cow at the entrance. So I researched the name of the preserve when I got home. It turns out that the land the forest preserve was on was once a farm owned by a family who raised… Black Angus cattle.
I was telling my mom about my first memory realization on Easter Sunday, and we connected the dots. We lived out in the country with my grandmother for several years. When we moved to Chicago in the early seventies, we visited her country home many times.
Everything I described was legitimate and was something I would’ve most definitely experienced. Even though it’s vague, it’s a lovely memory, and it brings me peace.
I realize not everyone has the same childhood experience. If this is triggering for you, my intention is not to dig up the past and cause anyone pain.
What is it about forest preserves and me? Or maybe it’s because I am in nature and my mind isn’t in a million places. Anyway, I love I am having these experiences.
Are you able to remember your earliest memories?
Have you ever sensed loved ones around you who’ve passed on?