posted on May, 13 2011 @ 02:12 AM
Very interesting OP! I can only think of a couple such occurrences myself.
1)- When I was very young, around 6 or 7, I remember playing with some toy cars and trucks in a lightly forested area just outside of the community I
was living in, a little into the treeline. I was with my sister and her best friend, both approximately the same age as me.
I remember looking up and seeing a group of men with chainsaws cutting down some trees about a hundred feet from where we were. I recall distinctly
that there were no houses in the area- the place where I lived was at the furthest end of the town, and beyond that was about a kilometer's worth of
forest before the highway. Nowadays, the entire area I remember as being forested is a huge community of large houses with a playground, soccer field,
and baseball diamond.
I remember asking my dad about 2 years ago, how long ago the area had been cleared and built into a community. He told me it had been that way for
more than 20 years. I asked my mom and neighbor also, and they, too, told me it had been that way since before I was born. When I asked my sister, she
also remembered playing in the area without any houses or buildings. Very strange, indeed.
2)- Last summer, I went on a fishing trip with my dad and my little brother. He's now 15. We brought our quad (a Honda 350) with us in the pickup, as
we both love riding along the highway for a bit while our dad fishes.
After fishing for a while, and returning to shore to eat our bagged sandwiches for lunch, my dad pushed off shore and motored off in the canoe, and my
brother and I hopped on the quad and rode along a few trails in the woods near the lake. I remember we had stopped to put on our hoodies as it was
chilly when we were riding fast, and my brother checked his watch so we knew when to return to the lake to check in with our dad. It was around 3
o'clock, and we were told to come back in a couple of hours.
After riding for a few more minutes, we came to a large, steep dirt hill, about 120 feet from top to bottom. We decided to gun it up the hill, but
just before reaching the top, we lost momentum and the quad began to slowly back up. My brother panicked and jumped quickly off the quad, but I held
on and tried to brake. Unfortunately, the hill was too steep and the back tires of the quad gripped the hill, and the quad flipped backward and
started to roll down the hill. I remember the quad rolling over me once before I managed to get off. The quad rolled all the way down the hill and my
brother and I ran down to see how badly it was damaged.
We flipped it back up to find that it had absolutely no damage to it- no chipped paint, no bent handlebars, and no leaking fluids. Incredibly strange.
We had flipped the same quad twice the summer before, on level, grassy ground. That time, it had a horribly bent handlebar, tons of scratches, and had
fluids leaking out of it.
My brother asked me if I was okay- I was surprised to find that I was. Despite having a 500 pound vehicle flip backwards onto, and roll once, over me,
I hadn't even the slightest scratch on me. Not even any dirt on my jeans or hoodie.
We returned immediately to the lake, where we found our dad taking a nap in the truck. We told him what had happened, and he didn't believe us
judging by the condition of the quad. We asked him if he had caught any fish, but he told us he had been napping ever since we left. He said he never
even went back out on the water since we left, and that he was waiting for us to get back so we could return home. It was now about 6 o'clock. My
brother and I were dumbfounded.
The ride to the hill took us only around 20 minutes since we had left the lake, and the same time to return after the quad flipped. We spent about 5
minutes calming down and checking the quad before we left the hill. We were gone for less than an hour, yet when we got back, more than 3 hours had
passed. Neither me or my brother could explain how it had taken so long, or how we could have seen our dad launch from shore before we had left.
We still get creeped out talking about it.