Describe a moment in your life when time "stood still." - General

Title is pretty self-explanatory. I'd never been asked this question before (although it does seem somewhat clichéd), but I saw a similar thread on another website and I thought I'd start one here. I'll go first: For me, there are a few, but the most memorable is the first (and only) time I've been shot at. [b]Cue tl;dnr narrative:[/b] When I was about 7 years old, my dad (whom my mother had recently divorced) decided it was time for me to begin the Oklahoma rite of passage -- for me to fire my first [i]real[/i] pistol. We climbed in his old, beat-up red pickup and took the interstate about twenty miles out of town. Once we'd found a dead spot on his radar detector, he pulled to one side of the highway overlooking a large pond. We got out of the car, walked over to the concrete barrier that wasn't a whole lot shorter than I was, and he handed me a heavy, imposing semi-automatic pistol (some sort of 1911 variant.) He helped me aim, and we started to take shots at lilypads, reeds, and whatever else was floating in the pond. about the time I'd emptied the first clip, I remember hearing someone shout from within the adjacent forest, a pause, a dull thud and, almost immediately, a [i]piff[/i] as a bit of lead shot hit the broad wall of the elevated highway. My dad reacted quickly and had backed several feet away from the barrier before I had a clue as to what was going on. I remember a second shot, then my dad grabbing the semi-automatic and pulling me away from the barrier by the collar. A middle-aged man in full camouflage and wielding a pump-action shotgun emerged from the brush, visibly upset. Apparently my dad hadn't realized that the several acres of deciduous forest on that particular side of the highway were private property: the impromptu game reserve of the hillbilly that had just fired his scattergun in our general direction. As to what happened next, my memory fails me, but I can barely recall my dad apologizing profusely, the two of us leaping into that pickup, speeding back the way we came, and the obligatory "promise me you won't tell your mother about this." Looking back, and keeping in mind the generally reckless attitude of firearms owners where I come from, the fact that the guy had shot at us doesn't seem like that big of a deal. Even if one of us had been hit, the damage would have been minimal since the ammunition used was likely low-diameter birdshot or the like, but I still remember the alien feeling of holding a [i]pistol[/i] in my hand, hearing the sound of a weapon being fired in [i]my direction[/i], and most of all that odd, drawn-out moment in between shotgun blasts during which it seemed to a confused seven-year-old as if the whole world was trying to figure out what the [i]hell[/i] had just happened. Not exactly your typical childhood experience. [b]Your roll, facepunch.[/b]

When I invented a watch that had the power to freeze time I found that time stood still.

I told time to stay the fuck there. It stood still like my little bitch.

When I was around 8 and my aunt died

When I was waiting in the DMV and my watch was dead, and my mom had my cell phone.

searched some stuff on imagefap that i shouldn't have and got a "fbi warning" i was literally going to kill myself

When i was sitting in my room naked playing with my toys (dont ask me why) and my sister walked in.

The day the earth stood still for me.

When my sister caught me fapping. Right there, when someone just said that Killzone 2 is the greatest FPS ever.

Being perma'd from FP, but then after Garry unbanned me, time went normal. Edit - check my ban history.

After the 3 week break ended, I got into my class and I saw her again. Ironically, my relationship with her (friends) went downhill from there.

-snip- fucking stole my automerge

when you posted this thread in GD instead of Fast Threads

During the minutes right before they announced Diablo 3 (with that whole 'ice breaking' series of images leading up to the World Wide Invitational). Then the page refreshed and I was all like FUCK YES.

The day I accidentally cracked the top of a CFB in my room.

I was stood out at the bottom of the avenue with my flatmates waiting for a takeaway when this red car came round the corner. I thought nothing of it until it sort of started swerving and the back wheels locked up. I just stood on the street where i was watching the car as it skidded towards me, and for like 10 seconds i just stood, and at the last second just moved onto the sidewalk and the car spun out over where i had been standing and up the avenue. I was just like frozen, rabbit in the headlights i guess.

when i got my dick sucked

"It's a girl" and I came out all: [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/Kyorei/anrui/lolz/fyeah.jpg[/IMG]

When I was young and didn't do a project, and I had to tell the entire class that I didn't do it. It felt like an hour of complete silence in front of the class.

When my dog died, I sat there bawling my eyes out, holding him. :smith:

I was walking on a sidewalk, back in the first grade, and I tripped. Then I just sat down. There was blood dripping from my forehead, but no pain. I wasn't crying or anything. Just sitting. I only got back to normal when someone actually noticed me and my injury.

when i pulled that trigger

When my dog was being carried out the door to be put down, all I could see was his confused face

when i saw my cat getting run over by an SUV

[QUOTE=Max of S2D;24048660]When I was around 8 and my aunt died[/QUOTE] Who the fuck rates this funny?

When I saw a UFO. I already mentioned it somewhere else, but it was a V-shaped metallic object, definitely moving with huge lights at its' bottom. No motor sound though.

Tuesday 9/11/01 during seminar (a sort of study period). The day the Twin towers and the Pentagon were attacked via airplane crashes.

When my granddad told me he had prostate cancer. :smith:

The day I found out my best friends dad had died. That wasn't a good day.

I don't feel like explaining the story here, but when I was about 8 and had my leg super fucked up by a boat propeller, I was in shock for what felt like 3 hours. (In retrospect, the shock was reasonable. I just about lost my leg completely.)