At one point, sitting there, I started to get to a stage where I could see my thoughts happening as they were happening. They formed little streams of words as I was going along. Something shifted and it was as though I was standing on an overpass looking down and my thoughts were like cars passing below me. The experience was jolting. I felt separated from my body and from my room and from everything else.
This experience lasted only a few minutes but I remember it quite clearly. It was like a thunderbolt happened inside my mind. But, like thunderbolts, it did not last for long. I'm not sure what distracted me from continuing to practice other than the usual distractions of being twenty and in college. I'm going to guess it was a girl or a book.
It was another fifteen years before I attempted sitting again. I'd had a few exploratory searches into Christianity and paganism and felt at times that I was getting close to something, but those moments also faded pretty quickly.
When I came back to sitting it was out of desperation. Unlike the times before when curiosity drove me to seek out spiritual help, this time I was scared and willing to try anything.