When I was in high school, I had a pretty rough time because I was different from most other kids. This ranged from my mannerisms to my interests, which included among other things, music, history, and things that were unusual. Around this time, I discovered the paranormal as a result of dabbling briefly in Wicca and seeing a few things seemingly “work”. I started reading whatever I could get my hands on about the paranormal after discovering several resources online and continued my foray into this underappreciated area of study.
My earliest encounter was when I was about four years old. I was staying with my paternal grandparents at their home in Monroe City, MO. The home had been in our family since 1886, which put the home turning 100 the year I was born. The family always had an old-fashioned streak in it that favored the first-born males prior to my generation and this story proves that many of our personality traits and values seem to make it to the other side with us.
My family has always been what I term “lightly psychic” or “sensitive” and it started to my knowledge with my father in the 1970s in Taylorville, IL. He went to visit his great grandfather’s gravesite and noticed that without looking at a map he knew where the courthouse, some main roads, and the cemetery was. He also, without looking at a cemetery plat map, got out of his car within 40 feet of a family headstone and easily found the other stone he was looking for.