I am not sure how to describe the one memory I had that lingered from early childhood into my early adult life. I was raised on a small farm and my grandparents lived on the next farm. By the time I was 6 both grandparents had died and their house and farm buildings sat vacant. I was forever playing in their barns and other outbuildings that were heaped with curiosities that my grandfather had collected over the years but the house was something I stayed clear of and I never really knew why. Now I wasn't afraid of ghosts or anything except for chickens and the dark and the fear of the dark was something I grew out of in my early teens but that house never sat well with me especially at night. My father worked away from home and my mother had occasion to go visiting at the widow lady's place on the other side of my grandparents place and, well, when your 6 or so, and alone, and afraid of the dark your get all worked up and that's what I did. Invariably, when I could stand it no longer I would take a course of action that would see me seek out my mother. A few times I dashed across the front of my grandparents yard but the best and safest route was to run to the road to down to the widow lady's driveway. When I did cross my grandparents property I would pick up a piece of firewood from the woodpile for protection although I had know idea what I was going to use the firewood on.
As time went by I forgot about this silly childhood fear and at some point I had linked this fear to my fear of the dark and perhaps the loss of my grandparents for my grandmother had several heart attacks and I do recall hearing hear moaning at night, once in the field as she tried to make it to our house. Not to many years back I was channel surfing and stopped at a show about supernatural investigations, not that I have any sort of interest in this type of show. The narrator of the show was explain that they had set up cameras and sound equipment in a clearing amidst the forest somewhere in France, as it was said that strange things happened in the clearing at night. As the recordings of the night were played I instantly associated the sounds I was hearing with my experience with my grandparents house and I had never before had any recollection of sounds that frightened me but hearing those sounds frightened me like I was never frightened before. As quick as I could I grabbed the channel changer and shut the TV of and for the remainder of the night I was some upset.
I don't know if this fits into a false memory category but somewhere I was certainly misled by some sort of memory .....confusion.
