I have a confession. When I was little, I had this strange obsession with horror movies. They freaked the hell out of me, but for some reason they were my favorite to watch. My parents would take me to the video store and let me pick out one horror movie to watch with my dad, while my sister stood cowering in the kitchen. Well one such outing, I chose the movie Fire in the Sky . The movie is based upon a man's claim to have been abducted. In the movie we witness the man being tortured, and by the end of that movie I had my first true fear--aliens. I remember staring out my bedroom window for weeks, unable to sleep, too afraid to sleep. This is the scene that scarred me for life: See, I was so afraid because I could reason why not only is it possible that aliens exist--it is probable. And that young experience led to continuous interest in aliens. I learned about the various theories, the likelihood of their existence, and etc. None of it amounted to anything other
believer in the make-believe (aka AUTHOR)