Rebecca Sharrock, 29, Brisbane, Australia
Looking at my framed baby photo, suddenly, crystal-clear memories crowded my mind.
‘I remember that picture being taken,’ I said to my mum Janet, then 37.
‘No, sweetie. You’re only 12 days old there,’ Mum quickly dismissed, chuckling.
It was 2001, and, even aged 12, I knew I was different.
I could recall early life events.
Whether it was foods I ate on a particular day, the weather, or what I’d been wearing, I could recall the past in microscopic detail.
I looked hard at the photograph, dated 23 December, 1989.
Just 12 days old, but for reasons unknown, I remembered it.
Clear as day.
Placed on the driver’s seat of my mum’s car, I remembered my curiosity at my surroundings.
I was puzzled by…