So, I have this weird theory. I'm going to explain it the best I can, but then again, I don't know if I can.

When I was ten years old, I felt like I had just woken up. The only people I actually knew, were my mom, my step-dad, my step-siblings, my real siblings, and our dog. Other than that, I had no idea who anyone was. I had to casually ask for the name of a close cousin, because even though they came over all the time, I didn't remember them. 

I thought my step-dad was my real dad, but I was told time and time again, that my real dad was across town. I had no idea I had more siblings on my real dad's side, even though I played with them daily. Even my sister's best friend, who is like an aunt to me now, was lost on me. I didn't know who she was, and guess what? I talked to her every day, but I couldn't recall it.

I don't know, maybe it was the over active imagination of a child, but I devoloped a theory about it.

When we die, what if we wake up in the body of someone else and take over their life? We remember only the people closest to the person we took over, and we're left to figure out the rest as life goes on? I believe that we all die and are reborn as someone or something else, but I kind of want to believe in my theory too.

I still don't remember the first ten years of my life, and I don't think I ever will. Because I don't even think the first ten years of my life were even mine. I think I died in a previous life and my soul jumped into the closest body it could find.

Maybe it's stupid, but it's something I've been thinking about. I love my life and my mom is the most important person to me, but sometimes I wonder. 

I see pictures, but I don't remember the events in them. It's weird, it really is.

What are your thoughts? 

I think I'm just rambling on and on about something like this, because the fact that I can't remember irks me.

Oh and someday I will post a creepypasta, but nothing is turning out well right now.