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I was so little!

As a small child, I ingested many pills that my parents had left accessible, and went into a coma. I remember feeling a calm and pleasant lightness. I was floating maybe 2 or 3 feet above my body and I saw it be in the ambulance, and taken to the hospital. I remember the color image of the ambulance, the driver, the people who were with the ambulance. The last image was that I was leaning next to my aunt who watched the ambulance go away, and as she turned back toward [my] house, crying.

The next thing I remember was waking up after 2 or 3 days in the hospital in the mood to play. These images have never been forgotten, although few people know what I saw and felt. I think people to whom I confided did not believe what I told them. Eventually I stopped talking about it, but I have felt the death of the people who are closest to me. Might be coincidence; sometimes it is painful.

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