The saddest thing I have ever seen is a dead body. A human body. In the street. No one seemed to be paying attention to it, we all just sort of stepped over or around it. I was with my grandfather at the time, and he hardly glanced at the body. Now I've seen bodies in movies of course, and in pictures and even in videos, but in real life it's very different. What has kept this memory with me is that this guy can't have been more than five years older than I was, but I'd be surprised if he had weighed 90 pounds. What's weird is that I have never really spoken to anyone about this ever. The coolest thing that I have ever seen is a brightly colored spider whose legspan was about 1/2 the size of my hand. I was shooting the woods up with a paintball gun, and had tore half of its web apart. But it hadn't moved a muscle. I put the barrel of the gun against it, about 2 inches away, and somehow I missed by a clear inch. My next shot killed it though, and I've still been unable to understand why I wanted to kill it. Another scary thing that I've seen is that when me and my buddy were riding bikes through a relatively unpopulated part of Jersey, we heard a guy yelling at his dog to come back. We looked back and there was this HUGE dog, had to be 3 feet high at the shoulder and really heavy running for us growling and barking. Though we were both on bikes, it was easily doubling our speed. I fell off and lost my glasses. I didn't see it, but I heard the dog pass me and get like a yard from my friend when it finally turned around and ran back to its owner. The guy asked if we were all right, but we didn't stay for a second longer. Weirdest thing I've seen was on the same buddy's sleepover birthday party about a year before. Two goths, one skinny and one bigger one, had come over and we were just hanging around, playing pingpoing, videogames and talking guy talk. We all decided to just go outside and mess around, but somehow during the course of discussion, the goths had managed to escape us. Assuming that they had gone to the woods (my buddy owns like 6 acres of land and all manner of nasty critters (dogs, raccoons, deer, maybe more) pass through and live there. So we grab a couple of spotlights and head out. About 50 feet from the woods, we hear a loud crashing noise coming from the treeline. We all got really scared and aimed the spotlights lighting up like 100 square feet of the forest. The really skinny goth came running out of the woods, with his pants down to his knees (still wearing underwear) and tripped and fell into a mud puddle. We were freaked the hell out at this point. A few seconds later, the bigger goth came out, looking real wide-eyed and scared. We asked what happened, and they said they were just walking and talking and they heard a loud noise, got scared, and scattered. We still can't figure out how the skinny goth managed to have his pants fall down.