When I was 17 my mum and sister raved about a psychic they'd seen. They wanted to go back, and my mum insisted I went. I'd no interest, but she paid for me. I was doing A Levels and worked evenings in a supermarket. I made a point of keeping on my shopgirl uniform thinking she'd make generalisations.
She said I'd do well academically and that I would study in another city that was like my home city but not. Which was correct.
She said I wouldn't marry until later in life and the man I married was very likeable, and he would want to marry me for a long time before I agreed. Over 30 years later I'm still not married. My (likeable) partner would love us to get married but I'm not fussed.
The weirdest thing: she said 'Next year you're going to go to Canada.' I said, 'No, but I'm going to Florida next Easter.' She was adamant I was going to Canada and that someone would give me an address and it was important that I kept that address because it was my link with Canada. I had zero interest in Canada so shrugged it off.
I went to Florida and met a couple of guys from Montreal who stayed in the same motel. As I packed for the airport, one of them knocked on the door to say goodbye. He gave me his address on a piece of paper. I was preoccupied and threw it in my case. When I got home I wanted to contact him but couldn't find the piece of paper. It turned up a while later, so I wrote to him and that summer I went to Montreal. It was only a while after that I remembered what she'd said.
10 years later, my mum and I went back to see her and she was completely useless, so must have lost whatever superpowers she'd had.