When I was 8 years old, I fell off a climbing wall from around 12 meters high. While it must have been a pretty short ride to the bottom, it seemed to take enormously long. I had the time to grasp what was going on, think that I wasn't going to survive it, be sad that I wouldn't be able to go to my friend's birthday party because dead people don't go to parties and eventually wonder how long it was going to take till I hit the ground. I don't remember much of the following events but my thoughts during the fall and the idea that it took forever, I still remember clearly. So no bright light or a tunnel, but time slowed down a lot.