Has anyone experienced an out of the body experience, as a child, years before you had ever heard the term or understood the implications?

Then my father turns to my brother's girlfriend, and at this point I'm in fear I'm about to get the whooping of my life, because of this I'm pleading saying no I did not do any of this they're lying, so he proceeds to ask my brother's girlfriend and I get a wave of relief like thank God she's going to tell my father the truth, that what my brother saying didn't happen, she looks square at my father and says “it's like you said that's what happened” my heart sank and I knew I was about to get my ass whooped or something I had no memory of, I reach out for my sister pleading for her to tell my father the truth, she pulls away with a grunt as if to say no profusely, and I'm adamant reaching for her saying come on tell him the truth and as I go to touch my sister I hear the most blood curdling scream I've ever heard in my life, I still hear it to this day makes my skin crawl, because she was terrified

I tell people this nobody believes me…my memory starts out with me looking at my hands as I pull them away from my face seeing the moisture of tears, and thinking to myself why am I crying, while hearing my father yell my name asking me the same question, why are you crying? As I bring my gaze up I see my brother, his best friend, my brother's girlfriend, and my sister sitting on the couch against the far wall looking at me with this blank look on their faces….like they seen a ghost, or something they couldn't understand, or explain if they wanted to, my sister was hugging her knees, and sucking her thumb rocking back and forth

My father calls my name and tells me to go lay down in the back room go to sleep, and I'm fearful that I'm going to wake up to a whooping because he doesn't believe me and he believes them, and what really happened came to me and it goes as follows, when my father left my brother and his girlfriend to watch me and my sister while he did some errands, my sister and I chose to play hide and seek, I hid first, I remember going underneath my sister other sister's bed to hide but when I came out, something's wrong something was off, the first thing I noticed was I wasn't home, it looked like home but I could tell it wasn't, the fine lines that detailed items in the room were blurry, the colors were muted, almost as if things were out of focus, and it was dim like seeing the room through a bulb that was dying, and I remember cinders floating in the air you can see him sparkle, and I'm going from room to room calling everyone's names but no one's responding, and then I noticed it I can feel myself but I can't see myself, like I can feel my hand waving but I don't see it, and it was at this moment that something lungs for me, about as thick as a bucket really really long the skin on this thing look like tree bark...

What is the most gay experience with your dad?

Upon seeing the fear and my brother's face and my father asks him what happened? Why is he crying then? My brother tells my father he does not know when it started, but after my father left I became unruly, started to break objects in the house, and wouldn't listen, my brother being 10 years older than me, and me being only 8 years old at the time, somehow overpowered my brother when he tried to make me listen, then my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and in a deep voice I started to speak a language that no one could understand, my father asked you mean gibberish, and my brother said no this was a language, then he proceeded to the middle of the floor, started running his fingers through his hair, spinning in a circle, eyes and still rolled into the back of his head speaking this language none of us could understand, and we were so scared that we stayed away from him sitting on the couch, and he didn't stop until you called his name and he started crying is what my brother tells my father, my father looks at him with a look of disbelief, at this point my brother's best friend chimes in to say “ sir he's telling…” my father interrupts him tell him” shut the fuck up, you'd lie for him” then proceeds to ask my sister who is still sucking her thumb hugging her knees rocking back and forth on the couch, “baby girl what happened?” To which my sister grunts uh-huh like she wants no part of what just happened

Me not understanding what was going on, or why I was crying, reply to my father that my older brother must have hit me, upon saying this my father begins to charge my brother, saying to him “but I tell you about putting your hands on my son?” My brother putting his hands up defensively to block any impending shots that might be thrown from my father, telling him he did nothing of the sort and if he wanted, he can ask his girlfriend, his best friend, or even my sister and they would all defend his innocence