Describe something you felt physically or witnessed that isn't part of the normal human experience.

For me it was driving by a shanty town every day that I went to school as a kid. There was only a military fence that separated us. Beyond the fence was a small field where the kids would play stick ball during the dry season. Beyond that was a winding clay red creek that bordered a village of stilt huts. The tiny dwellings were box-like and patch worked with every material imaginable. There was everything from car doors and sometimes cardboard. The best roofs were made of corrugated zinc. These structures were built up on thin stilts to keep the huts dry during the flooding season. Also for that purpose were raised catwalks made of wood planks that connected the houses which were no more than a few feet from each other.

What I think about the place the most in retrospect, was how engaged and vibrant they seemed to be as a community despite the deplorable conditions.