I've always been interested. Just when I was very young I didn't have a name for so many of the things that I took as normal.
The house I grew up in was old. But it was also very large. A rooming house.
It had been conspricpted during WWII to house Officers from the nearby Naval base.
Some of those men did not come home. But... growing up I can remember 'hearing' conversations in the dining room and walking in to see no one.
My great grandmother and great grandfather died in that house. As did my grandfather.
Frequently I heard them, or saw 'eveidence' of them passing through. A chair rocking vigorosly, steps on the staircase going up or coming down, the piano playing.
I also didn't understand why when I said something about different topics I got such strange looks. It wasn't hat I was wrong, it was that there was no possible way I could have known those things.
It was just normal to me.
As I've gotten older, I have the names for those events and things.
Seeing my grams in my home, when she had passed: crisis apparition.
Dreams about my sweetie, dressed for a funeral telling me I was going to be late "Pre-cognitive"
The sounds and smells: activity 'loop'
my sweetie telling me he's fine, and the little things that happen. "personal haunting" interactive
The feeling of being somewhere, or doing something/ saying something before. deja vu
I have the labels now.
What does that make me.
I've been told I am sensitive, and I've been told I'm empathic.
Still learning about all that.
My interest continues to grow. As do my experiences.