I have had many memories. Only one past life that I can estimate. I remember different parts of that life. I was young and teenaged and later I had miscarriages that were very sad. I remember that it was very important to have children, that to have no children was to have no one to take care of you in old age. If you had no children, you were less of a woman.

A very different culture. I remember picking grapes and caring for a vineyard. It must have been my job. I remember being there a lot.

I spoke another language. I don't think I was super poor, but I was not famous or rich or anyone special.

I still have memories and dreams of being this person, but as I age, I remember fewer and fewer things. I started writing them down. I wished I had done that sooner because there were times I was remembering a flood of information that I no longer recall. These days, the memories are rare.