The first memories I have is of a small boy about four years old. I hurt and am scared, I’m on the floor, I look up, my bed is way up. I’ve fallen out of my bunk bed. Someone is on the lower bed so I must have been on the top bed, so far…

I don’t remember about coming here. It was a small farm on a dirt road in Lyndeborough New Hampshire. There was a house and a barn. The gravel driveway separated the house from the barn and continued on through a gate to the fields out back. This is when I found out I really had…

Bare in mind these facts, I graduated high school in Baltimore Maryland, after which I migrated to Lowell Massachusetts. In Lowell, prior to being drafted into the Army, I had three different jobs in two years. The last being at a small furniture factory, where I worked in the shipping department. And this other fellow…

Oh boy, this is scary. I am not a writer, I’m a reader. I read about 200 plus books a year. My mind needs to be occupied at all times or I fear where it might go I guess. Or reading others stories and fantasies keeps me from dwelling on my mental dilemma. Along with…