Xprimentyl said:
Kyrian007 said:
I'd remember that time my entire life flashed before my eyes? The only time that has happened to me so far is when I was 13?
That sounds like the foreshadow-y opening lines spoken by a disembodied narrator at the start of a film in which he reflects on events leading up to the day something significant happened and his life flashed before his eyes. Y?know the ones I?m talking about: camera pans down slowly from streetlight-height onto a wiry 13-year-old on a bike who comes careening down the street, drops the bike haphazardly in a front lawn, runs in an unlocked front door, gets admonished over the shoulder of a busy-cooking, stay-at-home mom, shenanigans with neighborhood friends ensue, and they accidentally smash the window of a mysterious, curmudgeonly old man or they accidentally open a gateway to Hell?
Basically, I?m now curious: what happened when you were 13 to cause your life to flash before your eyes?
I did something really... realllllly stupid. I rowed a boat towards a tornado. We were at a summer camp and were boating on the "lake" (it was a mossy bottomed farm pond about 3' deep at most and no more than 100 or so yards square.) Just before the siren at the camp went off our councilor started hollering for us to come back to the dock. We did and when the siren went off we started off toward the camp's shelter about 1/8th of a mile away. That's when we heard screaming. One of the camp's 2 pedal boats was on the other side of the pond, moss had gotten tangled in the paddles and it was stuck again. The 2 girls in the boat seemed trapped. Me and a friend turned back, jumped in rowboats, and headed towards them to help.
Knowing what I know about storms now, we weren't really ever in that much danger. Seeing it with what I know now I would have correctly judged its path to most likely have missed us... and seeing the path it did take back then it missed us by more than a mile or so. But back then... in a rowboat headed towards it... I didn't think anything but it was going to kill us. We got over there, we ditched the boats and convinced the girls to do the same and waded to the far shore and made our way back to the shelter. It might have seemed heroic, but the water was 3' deep. We could have just yelled that from the shore, or just ran around the lake yelling until they figured that out. The boats probably took us twice or 3 times the time to get there. Plus, if there's a place you DON'T want to be in a tornado, its on the water. It seemed heroic, it sounded brave. But it really was stupidly dangerous, had it been headed directly at us it would have been completely pointless and would have resulted in 4 deaths instead of just 2 if we had simply fled or maybe none if we had just handled it smarter. But I had enough time in that boat on the trip over that yes, I had that moment of reflection of the life that had brought me to that point.
Because you brought up the "gateway to Hell" I did also have an encounter with what my friends and I thought was a demonic possession and an exorcism... but that's more for a "tell your scariest true story" Halloween theme thread. To spoil that story if I ever tell it, the ending is a punch line rather than an actual horror story ending.