Today, because of this previous incarnation, you probably develop shareware jokes and games.

In 1634 you were run down by a reckless ox cart driver while trying to entertain some of your neighbors with a bit of juggling.  Your body was left in the lane to feed the dogs.

In a previous life you were a cheerful village idiot with a blind faith in the good heartedness of your fellow villagers.

I see into the ancient realm.