OK, here's mine:
I was in high school in 1963. Played linebacker and guard on the football team. In late summer practice, it was announced we'd have a practice "scrimmage" with a school 50 miles west of us. After the practice on Thursday, I took my uniform home and my mom washed it for me. I also took my old black cleats home to clean up and polish. Mom told me to give her the shoe strings, and she'd wash them with my uniform. I polished the cleats and gave mom. She said she'd put the shoestrings back in them while I was in school on Friday, and that she'd have my uniform packed in my duffle when I got home from school.
My mom and dad and siblings left for the scrimmage before I got home from school that day. One of the coaches was to stop by and pick me up to take me to the scrimmage. I got home, found my uniform, and went to sit out on the front porch steps to wait for my ride. I looked in the duffle to find that my cleats were not there! I went back inside and looked EVERYWHERE for those cleats. Couldn't find them.
I went back to the front porch, sat on the steps, and pondered how embarrassed I'd be to have to play in "tennis shoes" that night. I closed my eyes and just thought to myself, "Where on earth would mom have put those cleats?"
As I wondered, suddenly there was a "video" in my head. Clear as day. I saw myself get up, walk back into the laundry room, and raise the shades on the windows to that room. When (in my video head!) I raised the shades, there were my cleats ... sitting on the window ledge to dry in the sunlight.
I thought to myself, "That's a stupid thought!". But, I got up and went into the laundry room. Raised the shades, and ... there they were! Just as it had appeared in my "daydream"!
I took the cleats and threw them into my duffle, and never said anything to my mom about the incident.
There 'ya go!
