While at Eisenhower I had a friend, Greg, who I hung out with a lot. One of our favorite illegal activities was to sneak into the auditorium and climb under the stage. We thought it was a great place to hang out and also look for the alien that was sending mental images to us. Yeah I know, stupid huh? But heck we were young and at the time I thought my friend was receiving the same mental images as me, this made it more imperative that we find the aliens so we could see what they were up to and who knows, maybe save the world in the process.
At the time I remember my friend asking me what the aliens looked like and as I described them to him. He just shook his head up and down agreeing with me, that yes that was exactly the same alien that was communicating with him. It was only after a year went by that I figured out he was just jerking my chain.
The only good thing that came out of this was it led me to take a creative writing class over the summer between 5th and 6th grade, which I nailed, naturally. I wrote a story about finding alien life on the moon, probably a few other things that I don’t remember, and a poem which I remember to this day.
I will include it here but remember I was just going into the 6th grade that year
Over the hill lived a chicken
Who thought he had easy pickin’s
But when Christmas came
It was such a shame
As he ended up in the kitchen.
And with that I will take my bow.
Central Coast Senior 
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