A true story (I think) by Steve Andersen

 

I was born in Redfield South Dakota on November 14th 1947.  I know this even though I have no memory of this time in my life.  I have proof though; photos, witnesses in my family (cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.)  Besides, it says so on my birth certificate.

 

My first recollection is actually about three years later.  I was suddenly standing in the middle of the street, in front of our house in Richmond, California. Richmond is located somewhere in the bay area of San Francisco. The house was on a hill and had a steep driveway down to the one car garage. The upstairs living room had a fireplace (which I don’t remember ever using), and a wooden staircase that led  to the basement.  There, dad had our (or should I say his) Lionel train set up.

 

I have always figured that I was left on the street by an alien spaceship. Here are the compelling reasons why I have come to this conclusion:

The first , this is as far back as I can remember.

The second , why else would I suddenly appear in the middle of the street.

The third ( and most compelling) is, my mom, dad, brother and sister all had dark hair and brown eyes, where as I had blonde hair and blue eyes.

 

If this is all true, then several things had to have happened.

1.     All my relatives (or are they?) are lying.

2.     All the photographs are fakes.

3.     The Birth Certificate is also a fake or forged.

4.     There must be a dossier  on me in the X-Files at the FBI headquarters in Washington, D.C.

In any case, I have gone undetected all these years and I haven’t encountered Agents Mulder and Scully yet.

 

I wonder if “they” will ever come back for me??

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………………………………….NAH!!!!