A Youthful Experience with an Alien
As part of our series on new Communion Letters, “John from PA” writes: I was eight years old in 1957 and grew up in a rural suburb of Pittsburgh , PA. My parents were strict Christians.
There was an undeveloped lot behind the house and wooded, with brush and berry bushes, trees, etc. It was about one block by two blocks long with a dirt-gravel road all the way around the perimeter. Further past the far dirt road was even an deeper a bigger wooded area.
After school one day about 4 pm, I thought I heard a voice, sounding like my older brother or maybe a neighbor friend calling me from there (across the first dirt road). I was told not to go in the woods without my older brother or a friend with me.
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