While I was growing up I was overweight, shy and withdrawn, I learned very early not to tell adults what I thought or felt, because they would not understand how I could receive information, when I was just a child.

When I started school I still kept my thoughts and feelings to myself unless it had to do with a friend feeling bad or upset then I would ask what was wrong and they would always ask me how I knew they were upset. I would say I just know, it was like I could feel what was inside them.

After doing this a few times I realised that my class mates were just like the adults they didn't understand and therefore treated me badly. So I tried to turn off the gift but it didn't work, these little insights still kept coming, so I learned not to say anything to anybody including my family.

It was my 11th birthday party, all my girlfriends from school were there. Everything was going great I really felt like I belonged, finally. But this feeling would not last long, we were having a break from tobogganing, when one of my friends jokingly handed me the present and asked if I could tell her what was inside.

So feeling that this was part of me being accepted I proceeded in telling her that it was a necklace with my birthstone. Everyone in the room gasped, the girl who gave me the present got very mad at the other girls thinking that one or all of them had told me what the present was, all the girls swore they didn't say anything to me.

Then another girl handed me her present and asked what it was. And again I told, it is a figurine of an animal I think a bear, this time they were looking at me as if I, had just turned into a bear. They kept asking me how I could know this, I said, it is feelings I get with pictures.

I knew that I had blown it I had tried so hard to fit in, but instead I was an outcast again. The party continued but it was not the same as it had been, I know everyone was still wondering how I did it. I still have both of these gift and I treasure them.

While I was growing up my father belonged to a Citizen Band Radio club ( CB ). This club would often hold raffles and scavenger hunts etc... On one of these raffles they had sold tickets with numbers on them. A friend of my father's, Ronald Harris was holding the 1 1/2 sheets of lined papers that had been cut in half with all the numbers and names on it he said they would draw 1 ticket for each page, this way when the numbers were called out they could see who won right away.

I was sitting beside Ronald when I got this overpowering urge to tell him what numbers would come up. So I said, 'I bet you I can tell you what numbers will be drawn on each page'. He laughed and said, 'OK! show me'. To humour me he marked each number with a little dot. The numbers were drawn and to Ronalds surprise and amazement the numbers I had chosen were the numbers they had drawn.

Only Larry and I new of this little bet we had, so he knew no one had told me. As I walked away, it was my turn to laugh.

The majority of people think that when you experience any paranormal phenomenon it is supposed to be scary and thanks to Hollywood I don't think this will change. Out of all the experiences I've only been truly frightened at one of them (skeleton hand).

But in real life this is not true. When you have a real supernatural experience you will not be afraid because they take the fear out of you. I'm not sure how they do this, whatever it is it works.

When I was a child my experiences were usually when the whole family was together. At Easter or Christmas or Thanksgiving. This particular one happened at Easter, I now know that it was because there was so much psychic energy during these times, and that ghosts manifest themselves where there is energy.

I always gave up my bed and slept on the couch when family would come. On this particular occasion I had just got settled when I realised I had to go to the bathroom. I new my way around the house in the dark and the switch was on the far wall so instead of going and turning it on I just got up to go.

I had just got to the front room doorway when I heard the click of the light and then the light came on. It startled me. The first thing I thought was it was one of my relatives playing a trick on me, but when I turned around there was no one there. The switch I'm referring to was a dimmer light and had to be pushed in order to turn it on. All I did was say thank-you. Whoever it was, they didn't want me walking in the dark.