My dad was gone every other week for his job. So, when he wasn't there I would always sleep in the bed with my mom. Well, one night when I was five years old I woke up to find the ceiling right in front of my face. When I reached for the ceiling, I touched it with my finger and then fell straight down on the bed.
This could have been excused as a dream, and even being five I still tried to convince myself of that while I was falling, but when I hit the bed I bounced for a little while so much that my mom, who is a very heavy sleeper, woke up and yelled at me for jumping on the bed. When I told her that my face was next to the ceiling, she didn't know what to say. She knew that the house we lived in was haunted and she had had some experiences there just like the rest of my family, but never levitation. So, she chose to ignore it.
This was my first personal experience. I had heard of things happening in the house, and always got the feeling like somebody was watching me, but I was never scared of it. Even when I was in the air I wasn't actually scared.
Looking back I've always wondered what exactly was going on. I thought about an outer body experience or something, but it was just too real. I can even remember the things I was thinking as I fell. It was more like levitation. That's what I always thought of it as, but not like I myself was making it happen, and I never felt threatened by it. Kind of weird, I know. If I didn't remember it so clearly I wouldn't believe it myself. But it was so real that I can go through everything in my head just like it happened yesterday.
Other strange things happened in the house that were unexplainable, but none of us ever felt threatened, it was like a warm feeling. We moved out about a year later, not because of the "ghost" (or whatever it was). My parents knew the family that moved in that house after we moved out (it was a very small town). When my dad asked them how they liked the house, they told him they couldn't stand living there. Apparently, things would fly across the room towards the people and they would get woken up in the middle of the night by loud noises that they could not explain. I always wondered why our experience there felt so fun and welcoming and it seemed like something was trying to drive them out.
I guess you just can't explain everything!