This was the name someone gave to an experience that happened to me as a child.

I was almost seven and on vacation with my parents in Quebec, a city I had never been in before. I remember walking behind them and thinking how familiar everything looked. My Mother turned into a store and my father and I both turned to follow her. But for some reason I didn't go with them (they thought I was right behind them) but wandered into a church that was just down the street. The church was smokey and the people dress so strangely. There was some sort of service going on and I sat down in a pew and listened. I remember thinking how funny the people were dressed when I suddenly realized that instead of the clothes I had been wearing, I had on a long dark skirt...it scared me so that I got up and ran out of the church and right into my parents who were looking for me. I remember telling my mother that I was scared, but she only looked at me funny. Then I started crying and told them that they were doing something strange in the church. This time they understood and took me back into the church to see. It was entirely different...not smokey, just a few people in normal clothes...I continued to cry and my parents took me back to the hotel. We never spoke about it until years later. I almost forgot about it, and yet at times it would come back to me. Then, after I had lost my daughter for a few minutes one time, I was telling my mother how scared I was. She asked me if I remember being lost in Quebec.

And then she said that she never understood where I had learned French so quickly while I was there. I had no idea what she was talking about, but she told me that when I ran out of the the church the first words I had said had been in French. Anything like this ever happen to anybody else?