"When I was in grade 2, our family moved from Manitoba to Arizona for a year due to a contract my Dad was working. We rented out the house fully furnished for the year. While in Arizona, we flew to Alberta one weekend. On the flight from Arizona to Alberta, I sat beside a boy my age and we started talking. It went something like this:
Me: What city are you from? Him: Winnipeg Me: Me too! Me: What school do you go to? Him: School name Me: Cool - I used to go there too! Me: What street do you live on? Him: Street Name Me: I lived on that street!
It turns out, his family was renting our house while we were gone. So I was sitting beside the boy who was sleeping in my bed, while we were in Arizona."
"About ten years ago I tried to get into Six Flags with a tiny keychain swiss army knife. It literally had a dull 1" blade. They told me I could either throw it away, take it to my car a mile away or rent a locker for like 10 bucks.
So I decided to hide it in the planter. I looked down and saw a big piece of bark laying in the dirt and figured it would be a good hiding place. I picked it up and found another fucking mini swiss army knife!
I placed mine next to the first and went into the park. When I returned, the other knife was gone and a smiley face was etched into the dirt in its place."
"My family used to take little summer vacations. One summer (I was about 7-8) we stayed at a campground about 4 hours from home. There were a bunch of kids there and one day we all started playing tag. I was "IT" and was chasing another young boy, and when I tag him, I pushed him too hard and he fell and broke his arm. I remember the scene vividly.
Fast forward to college. I became good friends with my neighbor in the dorm, and we ended up getting a place together our sophomore year. The following year (no longer living together) we went out for a few beers and the topic of broken bones came up. "I've only broken one bone, and it was my arm when I was 7. Some kid at a camp ground pushed me over while playing tag". It was me. Still can't believe it."
"This coincidence is straight up sorcery: Was kayaking with my family along a river, when I thought I would pull a fast one on my brother. So I yell "Hey look a bald eagle!" To [sic] my brother so I can do the whole made you look game. But to my surprise he goes "Cool!" At this point I think he is just messing with me so I can't say the whole made you look thing. So then I look up and a bald eagle swoops down catches a fish and flies to the other side of the river. One of the most magical coincidences ever."
RaggedJagged's aunt may have chosen a rather unconventional way to communicate with her after death.
"My aunt died young on October 3 of 2007. On October 2, 2008, I was a senior in high school. I was in my art class one morning sitting at a table of four, when the teacher tells one person from each table to go and grab a stack of newspapers for us to sculpt on so that the tables don't get all messed up with clay. Another guy spreads out the newspapers and then I begin to work. I noticed that the paper at my seat is the obituary pages. I casually begin to read it and realize that the paper is a year old and the obituary listing exactly under my right hand was that of my aunt, who had died a full 365 days before. I'd like to think it was her way of saying hello and what's up, and to make sure I wasn't sculpting anything grossly sexually inappropriate."
"When I was eleven, I was in the park like half a mile from my house and I was flying a Winnie the Pooh kite. I was the only kid around with a kite at the time, and I was pretty zoned into it, and didn't notice when the string came loose.
One hundred feet of twine zoomed away and out of reach, and Pooh Bear was gone.
Later that night, my family and I went out to eat, and when we came home there was a string dangling from the gutter above our front door.
My dad grabbed it and started pulling. The string seemed to go all the way up into the night sky, we couldn't see the end of it.
A hundred feet of pulling later, there was my Pooh Bear kite.
It came back to me.
Edit: My parents were dicks, so I didn't tell them I'd lost the kite because they would have bitched me out over it when I was already upset. I highly doubt either of them were involved in its return.
The kite wasn't tied in place, it was just barely stuck against the rough edges of the gutter. A strong wind could have easily blown it away."
"I have a unisex name, lets say its Ashleigh. Anyway I was at a nightclub and was talking to this girl. I ask her her name and she said it was Ash, and I said "Haha weird, I'm Ash too! But what is your last name" She says "Green" I just stare at her for like 10 seconds then reach into my wallet and pull out my ID. We have the same first and last name. Currently engaged."
"My mom and dad were born in the same hospital, in the same ward, on the same day, within hours of each other. 27 years later, they met again while interning at the same hospital (they are doctors), fell in love and got married. The funniest part is, both my grandmothers recognised each other (from the hospital) at the engagement."