| new hormones in me bounced around like a steel ball careening forever in a pinball machine. |
| 1955 and the following year were the ones I will always remember more vividly than any other years of my life. You will understand why after you read this account. What happened to me during those years was not ordinary by anyone's standards. In fact, it was so unbelievable, I've told only one person, and she is long since dead. I've been married twenty-three years and not even my wife has heard what I'm about to tell, though if she did, she probably would just smile, shake her head, and think I was only pulling her leg again. Possibly there was a time when a few of my adolescent friends and perhaps my little sister had an idea that something strange was happening to me. Most likely, however, they thought the strangeness was only a part of my personality and not the result of some unknown, outside force preying on me. Whatever their suspicions might have been then, the intervening years have caused those friends to relegate whatever thoughts they might have had about my behavior to some back shelf of their brains. There, the memories can't be recaptured except as vague, dreamlike events where what really happened cannot be distinguished from what did not happen. My sister, Beth, the only person who should remember what occurred, has not, for many years, even alluded to that long-ago time. |
| Now, however, almost thirty-seven years have passed since those days, and even though very few people will believe me, it's time for me to relate what happened. |
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