My nan used to come to our house quite often when I was young, dad would collect her , we'd have dinner then he'd drop her home, because she lived quite a way away. My dad had never been close to his parents though, he was sent to live with his aunt as a young boy and the relationship really broke down after his dad died, this meant I never saw that side of the family from being a pre teen.
One evening, I must have been about 15, my parents had gone to the Labour club for a drink and I was home alone. I got an overwhelming urge to speak to nana. I got her number out of the book. When I asked if she was ok, she said she was but she'd got a bit of pain in her chest - she'd taken indigestion tablets and it wasn't shifting. I actually phoned the Labour club to tell my mum because I was so worried. They phoned dads sister to let her know. Nana had been having a heart attack, and ended up in hospital.
Next one - my parents used to take me on several foreign holidays year from being a few months old. They say that one time when I was 2 or 3 a man started chatting to them in the queue for security, being pally. Apparently I screamed the place down because I didn't like him and didn't want him near us. He got hauled off when it was his turn to go through security.
Last one - I'd been with my boyfriend, now DH, for a year or so. I woke up one morning crying hysterically, heard a screech of tyres and my angel poster fell off the wall. I knew I had to speak to him and ran downstairs to phone his work. He had been knocked off his bike on his way in.
All of those were years ago, not had anything since 