When I was 4, my mom and I were driving my aunt home 2 hours south of where we lived. We were in a hilly area and it was around 8 or 9 at night during the winter (which means here in Ohio, it's pretty much pitch black outside). I looked out the window, pointed up to a hill and said "Mommy! Mommy! I used to live up there a long, long time ago."
We stayed at my aunt's house that night and on the way back the next morning, I said the same thing around the same hill. My mom decided to look up there and see where I said I used to live.
On the top of the hill, there's a little cemetary.
I never believed her until 2 years ago on my way home from my aunt's house, I looked up on that hill and I saw it. I nearly sh*t my pants.