I too am one of those who has had such an experience. I'd be more than happy to repeat it but the story is already in the annals of the Cat.

This last winter I spent a couple of months taking care of my sister in my home town in Oregon, post surgery. I didn't get much time to myself but I did go back to that rural road. There were some changes made there.

In December 1964 there was a grove of tall trees in the yard of the large farmhouse. Now, not only are the trees gone but so is the house.

Just beyond, the field is still there but the stream that had run through it, about 1/4th mile away, has been taken out or at least the brush that had lined it was gone.

But the experience lives on.