When I was in first grade, I imagined that there was another me, up in heaven, and we’d take shifts using my body. I wouldn’t know who had done what because he’d leave all his memories in the body. So whenever things got really bad, I’d ask him to take his shift. I even recall switching with him, although I’m not sure how… I must have thought I wasn’t really conscious.

posted March 26, 2005 04:05 PM (Education) (0 comments) #


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