posted on Nov, 19 2010 @ 06:04 PM
When I was ten years old, I had a lost time experience, that I have never been able to explain.
I lived in a small city called Gardner, in north central county called Worcester, in Massachusetts.
Behind my folks house was a huge expanse of woodlands, I say huge but is was probably about 5 square miles of forest. But if you think about it,
that's a pretty big area for a ten year old kid to have as his playground.
We were always in the woods, exploring, climbing trees, checking out the ponds and streams.
But anyways, one day I remember walking dizzily to my home from the backyard that led to the woods, and to my home. This was the first thing that I
remember doing that day.
I walked into the house, and went to my bedroom, 1st flr of a cape design, and my mom came in to put away some of my laundry into my bureau, and I was
sitting on the bed watching her, then I looked at my clock and it said like 4 O'clock or about that time.
This puzzled me, for it was the weekend, and 4 o'clock? What did I do all day? Did I sleep all day? The day was almost over, and I didn't remember
a darn thing about that day.
So I asked my mom who was putting away my laundry, and she turned around and smiled and said that I had been outside playing in the woods all day.
And the way that she said it, and they way that she smiled, and kinda chuckled, it really made me think hard. Because I don't remember even 1 second
of that day before 4 O'Clock in the afternoon. Her reaction to my question freaked me out, and at the instant she replied and smiled in the way that
she did, I instantly felt that something was wrong. What was she talking about, I don't remember that. It just didn't seem right to me.
And it gets even stranger.
The next day at school, I have an itch in the back of my neck. And while the teacher is talking, I start scratching the back of my neck, and I feel a
lump, like a small bump, the size of a BB used in a BB gun. Well being curious, I take a sharp #2 pencil and start poking at it, don't ask me why, I
guess I was a dumb kid, or maybe it was kind of bothering me, and then when I look at the pencil, the lead point has broken off by me poking at this
So now, I didn't know if the lump was natural, or because the lead of the pencil got imbedded in my skin on the back of my neck.
Again, I was freaked out, twice in two days.
Today, the lump looks like an ordinary mole, and doesn't hurt or bother me.
But, I always remembered that experience and tried to reconcile it with logic and common sense for the next 15 years after that. And I mean, I
probably thought about it once every week for like 15 years. Never could explain it.
I was born in 1964 by the way.
So in 1974, I had what seemed to me a major lost time experience.
And the weirdest thing about it, is that I didn't tell anybody about it until I told my brother about ten years ago.
It really made me wonder with all kinds of questions.
Was I abducted by aliens?
Was I kidnapped by a child molester and blocked out the memory because of the pain?
I tried to think of all sorts of explanations, but never figured it out.
Did I meet God or Jesus? I was a good Catholic boy at the time.
I never figured it out.
I have considered hypnotic regression, but don't dare do it, for fear of false memory implantation.
I am fine today, I am only sharing, because maybe others have had similar experiences they would like to share.
By the way, I have only had 3 "paranormal experiences" in my life, this is one, the second I told you about "ghosts" in the new garage addition,
and the third I will tell you later about.
I am not a nutcase, but then again, maybe I am.