I was about twelve when I fell out of a tree. I was pretty near to the top when my hand slipped and I was falling backwards through the air. There was a whistling in my ears but it was not the high-pitched sound you usually hear on falling. It was more like a tape recording played on low speed, dropping the pitch to a hum. The fall was at a very slow rate too.
My whole life began flashing in front of my eyes – everything I had ever done, said or thought was there. It was fascinating watching my life in retrospect. When it came at last to the present there was a sudden huge thump as my body hit the ground. WOOF!!!
I lay there hurting and gasping for breath until I could get up and hobble home. Every bone in my body ached but the pain never diminished the sense of wonder of that memory.