Ok this is not part on my story for Birth to Badass but it is something that I though intriguing. Relevant in the idea that ch 7 could really have happened for Rose and Dimitri.

So in my last ch Babysitting, little ten year old Dimitri babysat a little three and a half year old Rose. I know stuff like this really happens and here is my personal story.

It's sad but true and very interesting how it turned out.

Ok this goes back to when I was two. I only remember it because it was a traumatic event that stuck in my memory forever.

One day my mom and I went over to see my mother's friend. The friend had just acquired a trailer house and as far as I can remember they were going to fix it up to be an office or something.

Well, the family had a big black dog. I really don't remember what kind just that it was big and black. My mom was standing outside talking to the lady and then they went inside. I was just playing in the yard and after a few minutes noticed my mom was gone.

I guess I was a curious little girl and wanted to find my mommy. So I was trotting across the yard toward the trailer house. I have been told by my mom, since I don't remember this part clearly, that the dog saw me as a threat and charged at me.

He attacked me grabbing me by the arm and shaking me. Ripping my arm with his sharp teeth. I screamed a blood curdling scream and my mom and the woman came running for me. Somehow they got the dog off me and my mom took me in the house and literally stitched me up herself. For Real!

Well, it is safe to say that I was forever traumatized by the whole thing because still to this day I am afraid of big black dogs. I have nightmares of dogs attacking me. Anyway, so …..

Jump to my 13 year old self. …

I was at a park or something and I ran into this cute boy. We introduced ourselves and were flirting and he asked if he could call me. So I gave him my number.

Well, with in a few weeks we were going out. But he was 17 and I was only 13 so my parents were not so keen on it. But they would allow him to come to my house.

So finally we worked it out that he could come to 'meet the parents' and have dinner with us. We were all sitting around talking and they had asked what his last name was. Then they continued pumping him for information. They find out his parents names and then proceed to tell us this story about when I was two and their dog attacked me.

I didn't know it was his dog and he didn't realize the connection either. Even tho we knew eachother for a short time after the dog incident and knew each others names and everything about each others families.

His eyes widened with surprise and looked at me. "That was you!" We couldn't believe it. So then he told me the rest of the story.

First let me tell you this was a long time ago and I grew up in farm country in Northern Wisconsin. So this would never happen now.

So he tells me that he heard my scream and was out back behind the barn and he was also running to me but his mom got to me first. I remind you he was only six at the time! He was really upset that his dog could hurt someone like that and he told his dad that he wanted to put the dog down. It was too dangerous to have him able to do that to another little kid.

Apparently this was not the first time the dog had bit someone.

So the six year old little boy and his dad went and got their gun and took the dog out back and shot it. They buried it in a grave out behind the barn. He said that he really didn't want to but knew he had too. And that he did it for me. He felt guilty about how badly I had gotten hurt by his dog.

Anyway, we talked about it for quite a while and connected all the dots putting both our memories together. We couldn't believe that after all that time had passed that we were now dating. It was that weird, wow, it really is a small world, kind of feeling.

So we dated for several months but eventually broke up. But just the simple fact that after all that time two people could come together like that it is just amazing. We only remember the event not the people. That seems to be how memory works.

How many of you can recall the bad stuff way easier then the good? One fun night when you are ten compared to all the bad stuff that happened in your teen years. So Dimitri is about to go through hell as a teen. Do you really think he would remember a few hours with a little girl.

I can tell you that I had friends when I was really little and we spent a ton of time together but I dont remember there name. I only remember some of the things we did.

So I want to hear from you! Has anyone else had something like this happen where you found out that you knew the person when you were little and somehow found your way back together years later?