I came across a book written in brail of all things. I started to read it and realized that two surprising things:
First… it was written by my kid sis, and I shouldn’t be reading it. What I was reading WAS personal. (I quit reading it and put it back. I’m learning)
Second was; I know how to read brail? I have no idea why I know how to read brail. Or how my kid sis knows how to write and read brail too.
I found the answer…. The kid sis told me that I taught her how to read and write in brail. She said it was the homework assignments I would give her when I was training her on how to escape from kidnappers. I made sure she learned Brail so she could write a secret note for help and not have the kidnapper know what she was saying. (I was sure kidnappers weren’t blind and wouldn’t understand brail)
She said that she would write notes to me in brail just after my huge break but she quit because I would sit and connect the dots. I forgot everything I taught her. Now for some reason I can understand it again.
Another one that got me…. My Dad is Scottish and Mexican. I realized I haven’t really talked with my grandma’s side of the family in a long time. It’s probably because I completely forgot how to speak Spanish. But my cousin called my sis and left a quick message on the machine in Spanish and I understood it. I’ve been replaying it again and again surprised that I understand what he’s saying. It’s rusty, but it’s coming back. How?