When I was 5, my dad took me to go help him fly his model airplane. It made a loud buzzing noise that I couldn't hear over. He started it and was unrolling the string controls while I was holding it. I then heard a voice yell at me to "let go". I watched as the plane made a high arc into the air and then to nose dive into the pavement. My dad didn't say a word. He was pissed. I instantly had the realization that it was all my fault. Then and there I had a mood switch from mania to utter depression. Even at that young age I was hearing voices, and hallucinating visuals. I thought it was weird to feel that mood switch and vowed to never tell anyone, except y'all! Lol