Dear person,
When I was a child, I used to look at the night sky and wonder who was up there. When Sutnick was launched, I spotted it sometimes and was inspired to experiment with homemade rocks. If you ask the police from my hometown, they knew me well. I saw a huge streak one night (later, I learned it was a bolide), and a tiny spark circled a plane almost simultaneously. It was scary.
I had a crystal radio, put it under my pillow, and listened to it without grandma knowing. One night, on a talk show, two men talked about people who vanished without a trace, like my dad. Wow, maybe they went to outer space, I thought.
I was very quick to think this was not good. I watched TV shows about weird things, and my uncle took me to several scary movies.
My other uncles would scratch at the windows when I was reading a comic book about ghosts.
My grandmother told stories of "creatures" in the woods at night.
I wonder what all this has done to my mind as I reflect on it.
Nothing. When I was fourteen, I discovered girls were more exciting, and when I reached my seventies, I found women are more frightening. After all, I can't understand them. LOL
