When I was younger around three or four I used to climb up on everything in the house. Like dressers, counter tops, anything there was when no one was around or watching me.
One day I was playing around in the bathroom and climbed up on the counter top where the sink was so I could look at myself in the mirror, don't ask me why I have no clue, maybe I was a weird child (just kidding). I had done this more then once so it wasn't my first time.
As I was looking at myself in the mirror and playing on the counter top sitting on the edge. I lost my balance and started to fall, as I was falling back and was about to hit the floor it was like something just stopped me in mid-air, and easily and slowly lowered me on the floor. Their was obviously nothing their.
I can still remember the feeling, and the quietness when it occurred because I didn't scream or yell when I was falling and I never told anyone at the time.
I finally told my mom and she thought I was crazy or just kidding around but I really wasn't... This is completely true and I know it's hard to believe but it happened. I don't know what it could have been but I think about it all the time. And still wonder what was it.