1968…was an important year in my life for many years, one of which will make you gasp, hopefully.
One girl in my junior high school English class brought a National Enquirer-like paper to school. Our circle of girls encircled her as she read aloud: “UFOs need young women!” That’s what we are!
Apparently, alien planets desperately needed healthy human teen-age girls/women with which to reproduce, replenishing their depleted planet. The first requirement? These breed stock must be healthy, with no flaws. The second requirement? These healthy perfect females must stand in an open area north of any dwelling at ten a.m. on a certain day.
Did I want to do that? Heck, yes. Anything to escape a male-dominated farm life of repeated drudgery!
Flawless? I was a little weak on the one, being near-sited. BUT the eye doctor said that this was probably due to the excessive amount of reading I did, and this would clear up when I reached the extent of my growth.
To prepare, I ceased heavy reading and ditched the glasses for a week. The night before the transporting I showered thoroughly, put my hair in rollers (so I would look like Mary Tyler Moore), and slept lightly.
Ten a.m. found me pacing eagerly in the wide open driveway and pasture. Here I am!...Please take me!...I waited over an hour, scanning the clear sky. Nothing.
Why did I do this??
Escape has already been mentioned. Another reason was I was darn curious about sex. In a rural environment, birth control was virtually impossible to obtain, especially for an unmarried woman. Getting pregnant by an aggressive teen age boy would be a certain lock in farm life.
So…I continued to think Here I am? Until my college years. End of this post.