by Kathleen
As a very young child, my mother would train me to develop my psychic gifts. I remember walking home from the store with my mother and younger brother one time. I was trying to read minds. I asked my younger brother to picture his favourite flower in his mind. I concentrated and saw a pansy.
I said, "It's a pansy."
He asked my mum what a pansy was and she told him it was a small purple and yellow flower.
"That's right!", he told me.
I then asked my mother to do it and I saw a rose. I told her and she confirmed that I was correct.
Years later, my mother would tell me that when I was young I went around the house talking about Patty Hearst for some time. She said she had no idea what I was talking about until it came on the news one day. I don't remember this.
She stopped working on my psychic gifts and told me to stop talking about it when she got together with my step-father. She said he wouldn't like it. I learned to hide it.
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