Well, I was walking home from school and saw an old cottage in the field and suddenly, in the back of my mind, saw the cottage in good condition.
I knew it was in the 18th century or something. There was a woman in her 30's washing clothes in a wooden bucket. She looked tired and was wearing a corset and a 18th century dress.
There were two boys throwing a tattered softball at each other and laughing. They looked like they were having so much fun.
It was somehow scary. I felt as if the woman had lost her husband and was sick and still had to look after her children. I felt her pain. My leg started to throb and I hobbled home. I felt like she was my past life (I believe in that stuff). I got home and stayed in my room and cried for a long time.
At dinner I couldn't remember why I was crying and then this morning I could. I was scared and worried.
What is happening to me?
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