#10-Story continues: 1-24-13 Purple gorillas?

That same year after the ‘event’ in class with the Dr.Von Braun  and his military associates, I began to read real books as opposed to my usual comic book selections. My first ever hardcover book to read [and was checked out of the school library] was “Red Planet Mars” by Robert Heinlein. I don’t know why the book attracted me except for

perhaps its cover with an alien that seemed to have features similar to the one described by the General. I read all of Heinlein’s books in the library with fascination. Strangely, Heinlein would personally enter into my life as a friend of the family when I got married.

The next few years between fourth grade and high school were fairly uneventful except for many odd dreams that would reoccur about a purple gorilla that would visit me occasionally in my room taking me places. It was always disturbing and I don’t have any recollection of where I was taken. In my later life  investigations I learned the little gray aliens use masking memories to obscure their forms … like rabbits or toys or perhaps in my case a purple gorilla.

As I related earlier, I was attending classes with the same students for my entire grade school education at Cholla School. When I entered high school I found myself in the same classes with most of the same group once again. I wonder how much of that was coincidence today and how much may have been by design since we all attended the “alien event” together.
I was a straight “A” student or at least honor roll most of my years through all grades. But, I was sorely lacking in social smarts. My home life was generally relegated to that … being at home.  In reviewing my childhood and teen years, I realized that I had few memories of bonding with my father. There were a few events in which I was “out” with dad but those memories are far and few between. Most of my memory was being with mom. I was essentially always under her direct supervision. I did not find out until my adult years [in my forties], that her encephalitis included short term memory loss for years. In order to compensate, she kept me close. After recovery it had become habit. This pattern of interaction resulted in my later years in being pretty ignorant about dealing with people socially.

I had become a classic loner and books were my best friends. While other kids were out playing, I was reading. This may seem as if I was missing something in life but actually it set me up for a specific kind of intellectual gift to be used later as an adult.

More in next post.