When I was a kid I was playing by jumping around in a pillow case. My brother was there with me. We were near the stairs to the basement, and I slipped and fell down the stairs. As I was tumbling down the stairs I could see everything move as if the world was spinning in slow motion.

The floor in the basement was concrete, and the back of my head was going to smash into it pretty hard. Before I reached the bottom a large bag of dogfood flew across the room – by itself – and my head hit the bag instead of the concrete, cushioning my fall.

To this day I have no idea what caused this. If it weren’t for my brother having seen it to I would have come to doubt my memory of this event.

I tell very few people about this, and those I do usually don’t believe me.