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That night my family and I went to a baseball game at the local high school. I paid no attention
to the game. Instead, for two hours, I stared up at the sky, shivering with a nameless dread.
The vastness of those spaces between the stars made me want to vomit.
It wasn't just the possible existence of monstrous space creatures which agonized me; I was equally tormented by the possibility that Walter Cronkite, and by extension the entire adult world, could be lying. I badly needed an adult to clear this up for me. My oldest sister, unfortunately, was away at college. |
