Tell me something so dim in your memory that it may or may not have really happened. Maybe it was a dream you had, maybe it wasn't.
I vaguely remember packing up and moving down the street to a different home when I was a child. It was at night and I think I remember my brother being asleep during the whole thing. It was like a clandestine move where we didnít want people to know or something. Totally weird. And weird that it pops into my head every so often. I need to ask my mother about this. It took place in Maine (Bangor to be exact) and I was about 5 years old at the time Ė I think.