I had posted about this one time, in my old blog, when I first started blogging. I thought I would post it again.. Brings back some memories..
My dad was a Baptist preacher.. We lived in the parsonage until I was 4 years old when my parents split.(yes, he was a preacher, but human, )
Anyway..... The parsonage was right next door to the church and the church had a fenced in cemetary. They let me play inside the fence, because we lived on the highway, so the fence came in handy for a child to have a big yard. A CEMETARY...lol..
It was really neat for me .. All the headstones out there, and there were even some that had marble slab with an awning.It was like little play houses in a few places.
Momma said I had imaginary friends..lol
I wonder if some of those were spirits? .oohhhhhhhhhhh. That would be neat..lol
I know I have never been afraid of ghosts.... I have wished for ghosts before.Ones from lost loved ones.Wished I could talk to them again..See them smile..... hear them laugh....Get some advise from some of them......
Have been afraid of living folks, but never ghosts.......
Added Note.... I wish I could see my Momma again...Sometimes, I think I feel her watching over me..
I miss you so,Momma