1953

1953 is when my Gray buddies began visiting me, having me leave the house to meet them in the side yard or back field. My mother, before her death, cited this as the year that my departures from the house began... when she and my dad would wake up and run outside to find me because I was not in bed nor anywhere in the house. Sometimes they'd find me in bed, my cloths on, my pants bottoms wet, my web, grass covered shoes sitting under the edge of the bed. 

It was when the ride of my entire life began...

One of the reasons why my mother and father had to come out to get me is because when I was returning to the house, there was a small somewhat flat spot, almost level, where I would curl up before going back in. Sometimes I refused to go back in because I liked the morning cool air. I could hear them in my head, "Allan, you must go back into the house."  I'd blow them off, then pretty soon my mother and father would come running out of the house to find me. 

It took me 60 to 65 years to figure it out... when they couldn't get me to go back in, they woke my mom and dad... I always felt they cared about me, and in their own way, technically took care of me, my physical  problems, because I was born with what the doctors told me at the age of 19 was a case of spina bifida that was almost always fatal to a fetus.... and I can remember a table with a  pulsing light that they'd put me on as a child... they cared.