In the body and life of another 'me', I saw myself in a small galley kitchen. There was an aluminum table with two chairs sat against a wall and a 'lazy Susan' on the tabletop also sat against the wall. I knew, somehow, that I was waiting for my sister to come home and was preparing tea because I knew she would be tired from work. The tea I was making was in a small, red tin. It had obviously been used a lot because it had started to rust in the hinges. It reminded me of vintage band aid containers, only a bit bigger. There was a design in the center, although I'm not certain what it was, maybe a rooster or chickens. It felt like I was going about my everyday life, nothing spectacular or extraordinary. There was a screen door opened and I walked out, waiting for my sister to get off of the bus at a stop not far from our front door. The home we lived in was small and seemed to be the right side of a white duplex. There was a road running in front and I go the feeling I lived in a small town.

The bus pulled up and my sister, along with a few other people, got off the bus. Though she was probably in her late 60s or early 70s, I recognized her as being my current best friend. She was heavyset and wore a flowery dress. Strangely, she had on compression socks and was limping. She hobbled from the stop to the house and we went inside. She was very tired and I told her to go sit down in the living room to rest while I made her black tea. It must have been a warm day because I could smell her sweat and the door only had a screen in it. She went into the small living room and sat down on a rocking chair/glider that was yellow and black with a floral pattern. It seemed to be velour or crushed velvet with oak trim and had a matching ottoman. There was a television with long antennas pushed against the right side of the room, almost directly across the wall from the table in the kitchen. It was an older television and sat on an aluminum-like table with wheels. I got a cup off of a hook hanging near the stove. There was a toaster oven on the counter and I seemed concerned about the crumbs in there, as they might start a fire. I brought my sister her tea and it was at that moment I realized that I was a different 'me'. My first thought was that I was an older woman, probably near my sister's age. I recognized my hair as thin and being in a 'set'. I almost panicked because I realized something strange was happening. This me was as real as the me trying to break through. Time sort of slowed and I felt like I was trying to swim through thick, invisible mud. I sat up in bed, still stuck, and was extremely confused. I wasn't sure who I was. I had memories of both, equally as clear and equally as real. I tried to remember who and where I was. The names Rose and Kate ran through my mind and also an image of my sister getting off of the bus after visiting her daughter who was institutionalized due to being mentally handicapped. I also, remembered my current family and the thought came to me that I had been 'her' and now I was 'me'.

It took a few moments to sort things out. I was utterly confused about what had happened and tried to write it off as a dream. Even then I knew it wasn't; it was a memory as clear as anything before or since. It bothered me and I had trouble going back to sleep. The experience was remarkable in it's ordinariness. My current best friend, I had always thought, was my soul mate. We had only met a few years prior and I knew from the first moment I met her that we were meant to be friends. She completed me....odd but we share a true friendship that is anything but ordinary. Years later, in 2014, my friend began a new career. She now manages a home for mentally handicapped adults, an interest she has had all her life.

I tried to remember more but I've not been able to return to that place and time. Three times I have had glimpses of memories that stir me. One involved an old pair of black boot-like shoes. I 'remember ' being told to put newspapers in them because they were too big and we were poor. They smelled of boot polish and I knew that we had bought them for school. Another glimpse had something to do with marbles and playing with a 'shooter' and it was much larger than the others. The last glimpse I received brought me here. In the car, daydreaming, I suddenly remembered making a witch's hat out of a paper bag or roll of paper. The paper was a lot thicker than current bags and I remember rolling up the edges and drawing symbols like moons and stars on the.