When I was about 7 or so, me and my family drove to Seattle for vacation. (I don't know exactly where at) but we got stopped all the sudden and there was a bunch of cops. I looked up at this bridge that was in front of us and a guy was standing at the edge. I didn't know what was going on, but my sister did (she's 4 years older then me). She was crying, and my mom was trying to calm us down but I was just chillin cus I didn't know what was happening. Pretty soon the guy jumped and I watched him fall to his death and then I knew what was happening. I got really scared and started freaking out. 13 years later I forgot about it but one of the comments in this thread made me remember.