This is actually the first experience I remember. When I was younger my mother and I went to town, did some shopping and got dinner on the way home. It was still light out, we were sitting in the living room with my step-dad eating and I heard the front door open and no so much slam, but when you shut that door, it rattled the tin roof, so you could tell it was open and shut. I heard it and I heard my sister say, "Mom I'm home" I thought it was strange because she was going to college in Brewton, Al, she lived in the dorms up there so she rarely came home to visit unless she had free time.
I ran to the other room to see her and the front door was closed and locked. I told my mom and dad what I had heard and my mom said that she was at work until nine that night and that she was going out with some of her girlfriends afterwards, so she wasn't expected home for the weekend. My dad looked at my mom with this look on his face, I thought he didn't believe me but I didn't understand why. After all he is the one who has most of the "experiences" in our family.
So we watch some t.v. and I go to bed. The next morning I woke up and my sister was there. I sat down with my mom and she told me that she had to go get her at like 2 or 3 that morning, I inquired as to why. She told me that one of her friends was in an accident. They were driving down a road that has a lot of bends in it on their way to a party. My sister and two of the girls were in one car and her other friend was in her jeep following behind them. They looked back and the jeep wasn't behind them, they were concerned so they turned back. The girls jeep was smashed into a tree and started to catch fire. The girl was conscious but her legs were pinned by the steering wheel. One of the girls broke out the back window and climbed in trying to pull her free. At this point my sister took the car to the store down the road to call 911.
When she got back the entire jeep was engulfed in flames and she didn't see anyone. She called out to her friends they had moved back into the edge of the woods to get away from the fire. My sister asked where their friend was, they couldn't get her out in time and she burned to her death. When she told me all this, I freaked out because I had a feeling about my sister and only hours later her and her friends went through this traumatic experience. My mom told me that while we were in town and my dad was home, he had seen a figure walk across the doorway and he didn't realize that it was my sister until I said that I had heard her. That is why he gave my mom that look.
It took me a while to realize that I had a significant experience and I think from there on out I was open to it and I still am.