I had a mate,years ago who couldn’t have been less woo if he tried
for context,he was married to a lovely lady and they had two kids-a dd (then aged about 5/6) and a ds (then aged about 8/9)
anyway,one year they went away (in the uk-I can’t remember where) and on day 2/3 they went for a walk-passing a really old church
they where walking round the graves when suddenly the dd said
‘I used to come here when I was a boy’ and started to describe the inside of the church in great detail
both parents where like ‘oh A,whatever-you have a really good imagination’ but she kept nagging to go in,so they did
she was spot on with every single detail-things you wouldn’t notice unless you knew they where there
they came outside (slightly shocked) and she suddenly said ‘oh,my old mum and dad where buried over there-they where called x and y surname,they died on this date-my name was z and I was buried with them on this date-oh,and they had a message saying ‘in loving memory of x and y,they where dearly loved and in gods arms’
they walked round-and sure enough,they found the gravestone in a part of the grounds they hadn’t walked through at that point-names,dates and even the message about being dearly loved and in gods arms
when questioned (lightly) she said her dad had got Ill,mum had nursed him and only lived a few years after him
she (as the boy) had lived to about 25 and fell asleep-but woke up in a womb-she was sad as another baby,which was a boy,had to die so she could grow
her mum had a stillbirth about 6 months (which was a boy) before she caught on with her-and they hadn’t told their dd as she was too young to know
oddly,this story came up a few years later and the dd flatly denied ever remembering any of this and certainly didn’t remember being inside her mothers womb or a church and got very angry when they tried to talk to her about it