as the fog clears

Each day a new photo appears.  Each photo is connected to another photo that is ever so slightly a second apart.
Like the old machines that would flip the photos as you spun a handle on the side.  The photo passed by so quickly that a movie formed and you could see the action unfold.   Midway games of the early 1900's.
That is how the memories are coming back.
As the first memory came back new pictures clear up and the fog lifts so that the picture may be added to the stack and all passed by quickly enough as to the see my past flow by as if it were a movie.
Did I really live that life? 
Lying on the bed a mere small fry of four I stare up and watch as the winds of freedom float away on a cloud.  For there is no ceiling, it has vanished and been replaced by the beauty of the afternoon lite sky.  Cumulus floating high above.
I now remain chained for all eternity.  This time this person.
This could not have been by choice as one religious group espoused in my childhood.  I remember coming home proud that I picked my mom. 
It was described that when one is floating around in the before life we make the choices of how our life will be here on earth.  That included picking our parents.  I need help in choosing - if there's a do over.  Any takers.
-J