I would often babysit my GD with her younger cousin. When she was 14 months old she came up to me with her hands cupped and said something about me being little. I remember her age because I had compared her to her DM and how many words they both said at twelve months. A few months later she said the same thing, “you little mama (grandma).” Every few months she would cup her hands in front of her, holding them up and saying the same thing. At around 2 years she stopped saying it for awhile. At the age of 2 years and five months she came up to me and said again and more clearly, with her hands cupped in front of her, that I was little. I had over the year wondered what she was on about and this time said to her, “no I am big and you are little.” She said to me, “no, I was your Mama (grandmother) and Igaak (Isaac, her then 17 month old cousin) was your son. I can remember it so clearly, I was standing near her bedroom door in the passage and nearly fell over in shock.
When she was four and I was babysitting she had a hard ball, the size of a golf ball and was trying to push it past her teeth into her mouth. I told her not to do that, I wouldn’t be able to get it out and didn’t want her to go before me (I was shocked at what she was doing and the words sort of fell out of my mouth.). She said “you go up, pointing to the ceiling and you come back down.” About ten minutes later she was hopping around still chatting to me and their cockatiel had gotten out of its cage and was on the floor behind her. I told my GD to be careful as she might step on it. I glanced at her face and she nodded, meaning it would come back too.
At the age of three she was with her mum and dad and baby sister. They stopped at an old very old pub for a meal. There was an unused empty, upstairs room and my GD went up the stairs to have a look. My DD said GD came back down the stairs and looked upset and worried. She told her mother she had seen a ghost. DD jokingly asked her if it looked like Caspar and GD said “no it was a lady with a grey dress.” DD went upstairs to have a look, hoping to see something too. She couldn’t see anything and then spoke to the publican and told him GD said she had seen a ghost. He said “you mean the grey lady.”
Another experience I had with this GD then around 18 months old and I was babysitting again. My SIL said they were expecting a load of wood to be delivered in the afternoon, could I open up the garage door. Later I went outside the back door, walked through the garage while GD was busy inside. Next second I glimpsed that she was outside and running/toddling (she hadn’t been walking more than a few months so wasn’t fast) towards me, she was still near the other side of the garage as I lifted up the roller door. I let go, usually it stayed up, it started to slam down. It’s hard to explain but I could see GD moving as though something was pushing her really fast towards me. I couldnt stop the roller door, it slammed down so quickly with a hard thud. I couldn’t see where she was, it was the worst feeling. I pulled up the roller door and she was on the other side just standing there. Such a weird and frightening experience, she could have been killed, the roller door would have crushed her.