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I'm almost 60 now and my NDE happened when I was about 10 at summer camp. This was the only year my little sister and I went to camp. She is 3 years younger than me.
The camp was a western-themed camp in our home state of California. We had a great time riding horses and exploring. The day of my NDE, all the camp kids and adults went to the Russian River for canoe rides.
I was ten, headed home from school with my friend, Todd (not real name). Todd had a bungee cord. He looped one end tight to the inside of the handle of his bike, and he began swinging it while we were riding. We laughed, until he swung and managed to loop under his glasses, and hit himself in the eye. He lost control of his bike and fell over. I hadn't reacted, ran over his legs, and fell off the bike looking at the street light ahead of me.
I had surgery to remove my gallbladder due to gallstones. When I was lying in the recovery room, a nurse asked if I wanted some pain relief and I said yes.
This happened in 1992 when I was 40 and living in Lompoc, CA. I was in a clinical depression, just one of many I experienced every year. So far anti-depressants hadn’t helped and I had tried them all. I tried eating better and exercising more. I read inspiring books on how to reclaim your life. Every year I had a new theory of why this kept happening. I had a wonderful husband and my kids were my world so what did I have to be depressed about? I didn’t know yet about the symptoms of depression, chemical imbalances of the brain or bipolar disorder so I blamed myself for it all.
We lived in Toronto, Ontario, and on this summer day I went to the local swimming pool near out townhouse with my father and sister. I was three and my sister was six.
