The memories had been like bits that I knew were true but they had no place in my life until then. The remembering comes to me consciously and easily, just like memories in this life. All of a sudden I am a child again. This is how it happens. And my memories go even farther back in time.
Memories feel different than imaginings.
They have a familiarity to them. I know that what I am remembering is in my experience. Since I was a little child I imagined being in other bodies in other times. I knew things about time periods in history that a child was not supposed to know. I knew about people and events.