I've had many in my 42 years, including an ongoing one my wife can attest to. But my very first memories of life, in general, were of my maternal grandparents. My grandmother would chase me around with a wet rag because she absolutely couldn't tolerate my perpetually messy face. I was two, then; and she passed away not long after. The family won't talk about it, but it slipped out one very drunken night that she committed suicide.
When I was 4 I would sit in her chair wrapped in a crocheted blanket she made for my mother and have conversations with her. It unnerved my Catholic mother to no end. Eventually, my parents and even my siblings chalked it up to an "imaginary friend". But I remember having so many talks with my deceased grandmother right up until I was 9 and we moved to a new state far away and I never saw her again. The paranormal encounters definitely didn't stop, but it was so comforting back then to have someone to talk to that had no part in the rest of my life. Even in kindergarten and elementary school, I was bullied, and she was always there for me.
So, thankfully, my first experience wasn't frightening at all; unlike some people.
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The night my father passed away I dreamt of him. He was standing over me while I sat in our old living room and flipped through photos of all the grandchildren but they were older in the pictures than in at the time of his death. I didn't think much of the dream except he was wearing his favorite jumpsuit??? Then two days later I received the call that he was gone...loved that dream:)
