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

In fifth grade, my best friend (at the time. I have new best friends now) told me he was moving away. He moved a whole 2 states over. :(

[QUOTE=Mister B;24065730]It's a magazine not a clip. And I'm not even that into guns. But every time I hear or read someone say clip when they mean magazine I get a headache. I don't scream, rage, or anything really. I just get a headache.[/QUOTE] Let me walk you through this: 1. Many bullets are stored on a clip. 2. Bullets are either insterted into the weapon's magazine along with the clip or inserted into a removable magazine one at a time before the magazine is re-inserted into the weapon. 3. Profit. We only had the one magazine, so my dad carried the bullets around on clips, which were cheaper. So I was, in fact, nearing the end of the first clip, so to speak. Besides, I've known experienced range shooters to refer to magazines as clips simply for the sake of brevity. No need for headache. [editline]08:13AM[/editline] My first asthma attack was a shock moment too. I had no clue what the hell was going on, and when you feel like you can't breathe, a minute can seem like an hour.

When "The Dark Knight" film ended in cinema. Greatest motion masterpiece.

when a cop came to my door to tell me that my dad had died and the autopsy didn't show a reason why

When I first discovered Facepunch. In all srs though it was when my dad told my my grandpa died. I was playing a racing game at the time on my gameboy. That one race felt like a year. I also came last because of the tears.

I remember finding out that my former best friend raped my ex girlfriend a few years ago. He ended up trying to kill himself, I haven't seen him since before then, and if he hasn't changed from since I last saw him, he's probably either dead or smoking meth. My Step-Dad died from colon cancer, when I found out I was devastated, he was the greatest honorary father I could have asked for. When my Grandfather died all alone in a hospital bed, I cried for hours because I hadn't called him for days. I was guilt-ridden for ages when I found out that the last thing he spoke about to anyone was on the phone with my dad about how some day I'd be a great director (we used to talk all the time about how I've always wanted to direct films). Seeing my cat get hit by a Toyota, and then seeing the same cat get hit by another Toyota two years later. When I was about 10, my step-uncle Danny (a great human being, hard to come by nowadays) was on a trampoline, and he did a front flip and ran his face into the bottom while he turned, and after a snapping sound, his neck broke. It scared the hell out of me, because he went completely limp and I thought I saw my uncle die. Oddly enough, there was no damage to his spine and he lived. When I was six, I think, my father was playing with Legos with my older brother and I on our bunk bed. I was on the top bunk, while my dad was doing something with my brother on the bottom bunk. He was on the floor, right next to the bed, laying on his back. For some reason I hopped down from the top bunk to land next to my dad, but I severely missed it, and landed around his navel. He has back problems, bad ones, and I realized that this would not be good right after it happened. There was a loud cracking sound, his face went white, and after a little grunt, he went unconscious for a moment. I started crying, I was so scared. I was so young that I could have legitimately believed I killed him, but I don't really remember it. My step mom ran to him and tried to get him to wake up, which he did fairly quickly. Stories ends happily, turns out I must've twisted his back in a way which adjusted a few kinks that were there, and now he is doing much much better. When he woke up, he realized he felt no more pain and bought me Ice Cream. :3:

God, some of these make my leg accident look like a fucking stroll in the park.

When I saw my father in the hospital. Also when my mother told me my sister was pregnant.

When my mum got a call from the hospital from my grandma, saying my grandpa was going to die overnight because of a stroke. He managed to survive the night and I visited him the next day. Then about 2 days later I got up to answer the phone at around midnight, It was my grandma speaking. "Hello dear, It's Grandma... Can I speak to your father please?" I knew what had happened. Was so long ago now.

The day i opened a pack of series one pokemon trading cards and got a holofoil charizard.

Reading all off these stories makes me feel sad. :frown:

What about mine?

Years ago, on a skiing trip, I was going down this track straight down, going at high speed, enjoying the wind blowing against my face, the beautiful mountains and the snow. Well, I did, until I noticed that the ski attached to my left foot literally disconnected itself for no apparent reason, and that I was only standing on my right leg, still wooshing straight down the track. Time literally stopped, as I looked at my left leg and the ski doing a sharp left turn out of under it, leaving me about to fall with full speed. Then my left foot touched the snow. I spun out, and literally flew a couple meters, doing a corkscrew, and ultimately landing in the snow, leaving a roughly 2-meters long trail behind, until I hit the deeper snow. Then I was just lying on my back, dazzled, staring at the bright blue sky for god knows how many minutes. Then I got myself together, and collected my shit spread out upwards on the track. [B]Edit:[/B] I think it shows that I wrote this at midnight, slightly intoxicated...

When steam news comes up saying "pre order episode 3!" I swear, time will never resume

In a car crash at age 5 when I flew from the back seat into the front seat floor, got up and just stared at my mom's bleeding forehead and the cracked car window. The second time was after the crash when I was lying in the bunk bed too dizzy to get up and I heard her cry while my little sister at three years old tried to comfort her. Realizing your parents aren't untouchable gods sure is something that makes time seem to stand still.

When I had to grind a massive project for a presentation. Seriously, time MUST have stopped cause I got that shit done in under half an hour with references and cases. :smug:

When I punched a jerks face in after he stabed my face with a split open soda can. Time stood still only because he was bleeding Alot more then he should of, and because i later found out I broke my hand in doing so. His skull was fractured as well. [editline]08:11PM[/editline] page king yo.

[QUOTE=Wii60;24053086]the day i almost drowned because people held me under the water in a pool[/QUOTE] Same almost happened to me.

[QUOTE=Sobotnik;24049192]Who the fuck rates this funny?[/QUOTE] And who the fuck is going around rating everything funny. rate me boxes RATE ME BOXES GOD FUCKING DAMNIT

[QUOTE=Fatfatfatty;24070052]Reading all off these stories makes me feel sad. :frown:[/QUOTE] Yeah, but I think that's what I was shooting for. [QUOTE=Handsome Pete;24068995]Seeing my cat get hit by a Toyota, and then seeing the same cat get hit by another Toyota two years later.[/QUOTE] Fucking Toyota brakes... I remember when my dachshund got hit by a pickup. He came out okay after a pretty big bill from the vet, though. Calvin was a good dog... I really feel for some of you guys whose close relatives have passed away. I've been lucky (or my relatives have) in that no one I'm directly related to has passed away during my lifetime. All three of my grandfathers (divorced/remarried parents) died before I was born, though: two from lung cancer, one was shot in the back of the head by a coward and a criminal. Sometimes I think I'd rather have known them and had to deal with the loss. I'm told they were all good men. Hope that helps.

Seeing [url=http://www.facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=916368]this thread's title[/url] in the News Node. But really, when my friend hit me with a rock in the back of my head when I was 11. Everything just slowed down, kind've. I didn't feel much pain, but there was blood running down by back and everything. That was almost four years ago and I can still feel the scar there. And the time when we were at the beach, and my dad started calling for help. Everyone was just staring because he was only out about 25 feet, and we had no idea what the fuck was going on, but as it turns out, the current had suddenly picked up and he couldn't swim back in.

[QUOTE=Ghost_Zero;24073650]And the time when we were at the beach, and my dad started calling for help. Everyone was just staring because he was only out about 25 feet, and we had no idea what the fuck was going on, but as it turns out, the current had suddenly picked up and he couldn't swim back in.[/QUOTE] Shit, you just reminded me of the time that happened to me in Cancún. I was 12 years old and only about 20 or 30 feet out, but the beaches are fucked up there so that once you get past 20 feet the floor just drops out from under you. The waves peak around that point and knock the breath out of you, and the undercurrent drags you out to sea. I remember fighting the current as hard as I could, and looking up and seeing my parents just staring at me from their pool chairs. Apparently they thought I was joking around or something. I struggled in that same spot for what felt like forever, and every time I looked up the water cleared from my eyes and they were just sitting there in those damn chairs, just as far away and oblivious as they were the last time I'd looked. It's a weird fucking feeling to watch the two people that are supposed to protect you as a kid see you in a life-threatening situation and just sit and watch because they don't realize the gravity of it. The beach in Cancún was nice, though. Water's crystal clear and the sand is mostly shells and shit so it doesn't get hot.

I jumped off a building at school, it felt like I took 2 minutes to hit the ground, the video shows that I was in the air for a few seconds at max.

When I went parachuting, and the canopy failed to open for a good 30 seconds or so after pulling the cord. The strangest feeling I've ever felt, I fully expected smashing into the ground at 130 MPH. Also, thread music [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0ACoPuQUMU[/url]

I was walking home from school one day when I was like six or seven years old (We didn't live far from my school). I came to this busy intersection that was notorious for having screwy light times. Waiting for the pedestrian crossing light to come on a car was making a left a left turn as another car came through the intersection and they struck one another. The driver of the car that was coming through the intersection was flung out of their car and crashed on the ground like 20 feet away from where I stood. Half their face was fucked up and their head must have cracked or something because their was a LOT of blood forming around them.

When she said "no" after waiting two weeks.

[QUOTE=PenguinKris;24075550]When she said "no" after waiting two weeks.[/QUOTE] Touching. [editline]12:46AM[/editline] oh I thought you meant sex [editline]12:46AM[/editline] with aformentioned female

The moment I heard my mom died. I think I spent about five hours on that couch, yet it felt like no time passed.

I wouldn't say time stood still for me, but this is probably the closest event that I could describe like that. Its pretty short: I was para-sailing while visiting Cozumel (Tourist island of mexico, we were on a cruise) and while about 200ft, maybe more, up, the boat just stops. I didn't realize it until about half way down. Wasn't really panicked, but I don't remember the last 10ft to splash down at all.

When i was ramping double on my bicycle (Basically a steep ramp and a steep landing) and i overshot the landing by about 2 feet and just dove straight into the ground from like 10 feet up. Just knowing that i had hit it all wrong and seeing the landing go past. I was like, "FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUU-"