I was about five years old, alone and playing with a simple model airplane (a model DC-3 or C-47 to be exact) on a work table, rolling it though its wheels from one end of the table to the other. Then for some reason I paused, sat back and just stared at this toy for a while. All of a sudden, the toy moved on its own. But as it was moving, the wheels and certain parts of it started to melt. And as it was about to reach one end of the table, I grabbed the fuselage with one hand to stop it with from falling.
While staring at the toy, my thoughts were quite simple: If only there was some form of energy in it, this airplane could move and perhaps even fly.
Keep in mind that I was a gullible young child. And before this all happened, my father had told me that it needed energy from batteries to be able to move--A statement that was clearly intended to satisfy my curiosity at the time as the "toy" was just a model airplane and not a toy airplane that needed or could use batteries at all.
Since that incident I haven't experienced anything similar. There have been other "out of the ordinary" experiences over the years, however. As far as I could remember, my parents actually wondered what happened to the toy. They thought it odd that I would burn it as I was known to be conscientious and obedient--and one who took care of his toys very well. I tried to explain to them what had happened but who would believe the story of a child and his "burned/melted" toy.
And about me: A gainfully employed middle aged man with a bachelors and masters degree from respected institutions of higher learning living a content life.