my son was four years old, he said to me, "You know,
Mommie, I lived before." I replied, "Yes, I know." From
the day he was born, I knew he had been alive before.
He went on: "I was on a horse and soldiers pushed me
off the cliff." I know I should have asked more questions,
but his revelation was so poignant, that I just sat
used to play Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture, over and over
again, non- stop. At that time, I was a civilian working
for the military, and whenever he would come on post,
he would say, "Mommie, I don't like these Army guys."
When he was eight, I asked if he remembered the conversation.
He said he had. I asked him to draw me a picture of
the clothes he had been wearing, and the uniform he
drew resembled that of a French soldier of that period.
I wonder if perhaps he was in the Battle of Borodiino
which is the incident celebrated by the 1812 Overture.
was always a good student in all subjects, but when
he took French in school he felt from the beginning
that he couldn't keep up with the academic demands.
And yet, he always corrected my accent when I recited
my bad French.
Marian Bradley Please respond to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Posted Sept. 29, 2011