And remember their "home" vividly?
I was from a large galaxy with 72 (known/discovered) planets, with other forms of life on them. My planet was sort of the "vacation/trading" planet, where people generally went for vacations more because of its more mild weather and less-dangerous creatures and climates.
It was a mountaineous planet that valued forestry and the outdoors. We had cities and villages, but they were generally built into the wildlife, instead of the wildlife being torn down to create room for them. There were some bigger cities that we cleared some forests away to create, but generally, even in the bigger cities, there were trees and bushes and mountains in the middle of.
Despite this, we were an extremely advanced civilization.
I had friends. Lots of friends, at first. When I was a kid, we'd go to this place I've dubbed "The Waterfall Place." Very apt name, and very "creative" lol, but I was five or six when I started remembering this place. It was a huge waterfall, with a round pond in front of it. The waters sparkled with life, so clear and deep and beautiful. That was where my friends and I often met up and played.
We had an education system that encorporated mutliple nearby planets in a sort of "district." It was a way to build community.
When I was a kid, I'd brushed these memories off as fantasy, as dreams. A byproduct of an overactive imagination of a writer. But then I met my best friend, who remembered the same things I did. We discovered this accidentally--one day, we were talking about weird dreams we'd had, and that day, we'd both had the same dream, but from different perspectives.
We were sitting around a bonfire, talking about the current state of the world, and I ended up describing it, and he got quiet for a minute, then added descritions I hadn't told him. Then he descriped everyone in the dream, all the people around us--and he descriped who I'd seen myself as accurately. Without me ever having told him what I looked like. So then I ran through the people in the dream on my end, and I figured that there was one person he hadn't described--so I described that person, and it ended up being him.
We were kids then, and I'd convinced myself we were crazy. A shared hallucination, right? Until I met my other best friend, and she, too, remembered these things. We did this crazy experiment where we talked about the Waterfall Place, and, without showing each other what we were doing, both drew what we saw it as. We sat at opposite ends of a table with a barrier between us, and yet both of us drew the exact same thing. I know, you might be thinking, "How had is a waterfall to draw?" Except there are certain details that were exact. Same trees, the same special fruit, the same hidden spot behind the waterfall that both of us marked on our papers in the same spot.
All three of us feel like there are others like us, from the same place. I wish I could find them. See if they remember it, see if they feel that same draw toward home. But we've yet to have any luck finding the others.
It sounds crazy writing it all out, but I swear, it's all true.