When I was about 8 years old, I went to a Halloween party about one block from home. At the party they told “ghost” stories. The party was over about 8:30. I had to walk home alone. I began to see something behind every tree. At the corner of every house I just knew there was something, maybe a monster, waiting to grab me. I began to run because of the fear.
Read MoreThe memory and feelings of this day are as real to me today as they were then. I can vividly recall sitting on the bank at Glendo Reservoir in Wyoming as my dad informed me we were packing up and he was moving us from our home at the base of the Casper Mountain to Wichita, KS…Not only did he just ruin my camping trip, but I was certain my life was over too.
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