I don't remember my name,the events leading to Auschwitz, or how I exactly died. But I can take a guess. >.> I do remember what I looked like though. I was slightly gaunt with short, curly brown hair,in my forties. I had two children, or least just remember two. A son and a daughter. Before Hitler came into power, me and my family were well off. I was a strict but loving mother. I was seperated from my son, and my daughter died before I did. I also remember the emotions when the Nazis discovered us, and the smell of burning bodies and the feel of their ashes on my skin in Auschwitz. Thats pretty much it for me. If I'm to remember anything else from my past lives I want to remember what lesson I learned from them.
I believe there is a lesson to learn in each life we live.