Last night I had a recurrence of my childhood asthma. (I haven't had but a few other episodes in adulthood.) During childhood my asthma was triggered by exercise or at night by excess dust or smoke (we had a wood burning stove.) I had been re-reading Carol's book about children's past lives and I had a strong feeling that the episode was past life related. I relaxed myself as much as I could while coughing and since I was very tired, almost dozing, I found myself slipping easily into a past life. (During this regression I found myself slipping back and forth from first person to third person views so I apologize if the account is rather confusing.) I found myself in an open room with a fireplace at one end. I was lying in a wooden cradle. The room was dim. By the soft glow of a dying fire in the fireplace I could see a smallish table across from me. I wasn't crying but I was awake. A teenage girl entered the room and walked over to me. Suddenly my face was covered with a feather pillow. It smelled dusty. She pressed it against my face as I struggled to breathe. It was so heavy and I felt frantic even though for some reason I couldn't move or struggle much. I heard the girl whisper or I sensed her thought that she would blame the cat for my death. (Probably a reference to an old belief that cats could "steal" a baby's breath.) I kept thinking, "Why? Why?" Suddenly the pillow was removed but it was as if I fell into a deep sleep or passed out. I carefully moved forward in time expecting to find I had died but the next thing I saw was the image of a little brown-haired girl about four years old wearing a long dingy white dress. I knew it was me. Only one thing stood in the forefront of my mind---the same girl who had tried to smother me. I saw a clearer picture of her. She had light skin and long black hair. Her cheeks and lips were very red and she was incredibly tense and passionate. She would tell me she would throw me down the well if I was bad. I was terrified of her.