I grew up in a historic area of a very old town, just on the edge of what was an old pottery district in the early 18th century. When I was 14 years old, I would walk to school every morning. One day, I had just stepped out my driveway when I looked up the block and saw an old horse and buggy moving west bound on what is usually a very busy street. The side walk was dust. As I walk towards the buggy, I noticed that the air was oddly still, and the horses & buggy were completely silent as they rode past. I also noticed the old sycamore tree on the corner was not quite as old as I remembered. Just as I reached the corner, everything snapped back to normal. Streetlights appeared, and cars popped into frame for me, sound came back. It was as if I walked up the block in a different era entirely. This happened a few times in my life and for different lengths of time in my youth. As a teen, I just thought maybe I was going crazy but looking back, I was experiencing the other side of my birth town. I have had multiple different encounters with dimensions and ghosts in different parts of the world, but this was my first time really walking through another realm.