In fourth grade I walked down the hall at school. I came to an intersection with an older kid looking dumbfounded at me from across the intersection. I turned right and walked away.
In sixth grade I walked down the hall at school. I came to an intersection with a younger version of me looking at me from across the intersection. I turned right and walked away.
My grandparents are German and I was visiting them one summer, i believe 2001. My grandparents were having their big 50th wedding anniversary, so there were all kinds of people from the neighborhood (small village, maybe 500 people), in and out of their front yard. One person that I remember seeing looked eerily like the neighbor kid that I used to play with years ago. I blinked and he was gone. I asked my relatives, but they told me that the kid hadn’t lived there (I believe it was his grandparents house) for years.
The only reason I remembered this was because it bugged me all summer. Later that summer I was riding a bike across an intersection and hit a car. Somehow instead of the car hitting me, which would have caused a lot of broken bones, the bike hit the front fender of the car and the tire left an indent. I landed on the pavement, knocked out, with one shoe flying 20-30 feet into the middle of the road. I had severe back pain when my grandparents took me to the hospital, but no injuries other than scrapes and bruising.