Besides your birthday, obviously.
For me, personally, the most significant day of my life would have to be the Christmas of 2008. My parents & I were visiting some cousins in Eugene, Oregon, and it was New Years Eve. Our family is not the type of family that enjoys partying and celebrating, but we're deeply religious, so we had to celebrate Christmas. But for News Years, there was nothing too special going on. Everyone was just dwelling in the holiday season, I had received a new Pokemon game for my DS, which I was busy playing, some of my uncles were having their eyes glued onto the television..
But that one particular night, it was about twenty minutes after dinner. And my cousin had gotten a new drum set for that Christmas season. Every night after dinner, he would go down in the basement, whack at the drums, and drive us crazy. Oh, my God. He sounded terrible. However, that one particular night, we were just sitting around, obsessing over electronics, and, suddenly, some really, cool, sweet, NICE drumming music was coming from the basement. We all looked at my uncle, as if he would have any idea as to what the hell was going on, and he just said, "Well, I don't know. It must be the CD that I recently bought for him."
My cousin, he came flying up the stairs, "Did you hear it? Did you hear it?" He hysterically cried.
"Yeah, what WAS IT?" we all asked.
Then, he explained, that he was clanking away at the drums, and suddenly, a white, floating figure come from the ceiling and floated towards him, and grabbed his hands and forced them to play some really nice drumming music.
We... were just.. like.. "WHAT??!?!"
He was like, "No lie! It just happened! And, I closed my eyes real tight, but I could still see it anyways!"
My aunt, at the time, was in a prayer group, and she said, that Julia, a friend of hers in a prayer group, knew of a psychic medium from France who was living in Sisters. She said that she would contact Julia and try to get the number of the medium. After a few hours, we managed to get in contact with the woman, and her response as soon as she picked up the phone was unbelievable. "Yes, Mrs. OURLASTNAME. I've been expecting your call. What just happened was your son just met his guardian angel, Mitch Mitchell, (YES!! That was REAL NAME) and while he was on Earth, he was a drummer, and he decided to dedicate his new life as being a guide for aspiring musicians."
I'm sure in the psychic's mind, she was helping us, but, let me tell you, we were all scared to ****. The medium went on to say that there were many gifted children in our house and that she wanted to see us for a free psychic reading.
That day was supposed to be me and my parents' find day, but we stayed 'till the following few nights to make physical contact with the lady. I was incredibly nervous. In my mind, I was going to encounter some woman with... Oh, I don't know, big, dangly earrings and black cats, and purple clothing with a Russian accent.. I--just.. my mind wasn't prepared for this. Instead, however, I encountered a kind, sweet, lovely, petite, woman with a charming, but subtle, French accent. Her name was Eve Olsen.
I went into her reading room, and I saw a cup of water sitting at her table. I was parched and I attempted to get a sip of it, but she quickly stopped me and told me that the water was for the spirits. I gave her a puzzled look, "Spirits drink water?" She would later explain to me that the water itself is not what the spirits consumed, but the natural energy from the water is what they embraced. Later, she told me that I was born with clairvoyance, clairaudience, and the ability to recognize ghosts..
I was in absolute denial of it at first, I tried to fight it... but.. eventually, I accepted it as who I am... and, sure enough.. I'm started to do ghost bustings as a way of earning some money.
So... what about you?