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I was born with them. I remember being a love lorn young woman saying goodbye to a well dressed sailor at a dock. He was coming back. I remember that he did not come back and I would stand on a cliff(small) or bluff over a beach staring out and yearning for him to come back. Somehow I left...

I am happy to find this group. I have had memories (stronger in childhood). Of other experiences all of my life. It is reassuring to find others who remember.