I was in a car accident at the age of four.
My mom would drive up to Ohio from Texas with me: since at the time she felt like it was cheaper than flying, we had done it before without any problems. However, as we were driving: apparently a strap or something was loose on a semi infront of us and it flew straight at the windshield and shattered it.
I remember covering my face with a small cloth blanket, and after I had moved it away I saw that it had blood on it (wasn't mine) and my mom was in the front seat, crying.
According to her, I told her:"Don't be sad mommy." and she was instantly relieved to see I was ok.
That and I remember being very sick around the age of three, cause some bitch dumped cold water on me in the middle of winter out in the snow.
Is it just me or do we have forgeted up nightmares as kids? I remember having one where these headless people; were decapitating 'normal' people. The whole dream was colored in a very disturbing, grimy way...which was the worst part of it now that I think of it.
My sister and I once had the same dream, except we were in opposite places.
Datz Cray