1968…was an important year
in my life for many years, one of which will make you snicker, 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! Oh boy howdy.
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, even for an unmarried
woman. Getting pregnant by an aggressive
teen age boy would be a certain padlock in farm life.
So…I continued to think Here I am? Until my college years.
Sorry to be so wordy. That is not like me.
