I don't even know who they were or how I came about ever meeting them. What I can tell you is that, this particular afternoon quickly became one of the strangest interactions between three people, I had ever experienced. I was fairly young, maybe eight? Hell, we were all young, we were peers. You see, these two girls whom I vaguely remember from school made this experience memorable, by their voices. I can still remember the voices, and how strange they were.
I was supposed to be home at a certain time that day as per my moms orders, we were going somewhere probably dull. I went off on a short bike ride down to the local beach, as I usually did when nothing else was going on. This day however, slowly turned into a dream that I couldn't wake up from. I made a quick stop off at my friends house whom I'll call Bobby Brasen, Bobby wasn't home, so I continued on. When I arrived at to the beach, I said hello to two girls at the top of the long stairwell that lead down to the shore. From seemingly nowhere, they began with the fact that their space craft had crash landed on the beach and that they desperately needed my help to make the necessary repairs so they could return home. They conveyed this message through a rough modulation of their voices to sound like space creatures "aliens" of sorts. I agreed and followed along with the plan. We began our descent to the beach all the while they were talking alien gibberish and pointing to geographical points of reference I would only assume had something to do with the repair operation. When we finally arrived at the sands, it was windy and cold, the time of year escapes me, but from the feel of it, it had to have been early spring or late fall. The cool winds were sweeping down the beach.
The ensuing conversation went on for what seemed to be hours, and my recollection of what we spoke about is slim. For certain, I was planning my escape almost the entire time knowing that I was already late to return home. I kept getting pulled back into this elaborate plan to get them home, of which I'll never know whether or not it was successful. Eventually I convinced my captures *(at this point in the day I felt a little like I was being held as a prisoner and if we had cell phones, I'm sure they'd would have called my parents for ransom) to let me go. Ultimately I made my way home as fast as my Huffy could get me there, and recall pulling on on my bicycle and being met with both anger and relief. I suppose they thought I had gone missing and they had spent the afternoon calling around to see if anyone had seen me.
The reality was, I was held against my will for an uncounted amount of time, and convinced to help fix a fictional space craft by two young local alien girls. When all I wanted to do was get back to my regularly scheduled life
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