I still sort of remember the turning point in my love of aliens / monsters. I was a chubby little kid with glasses and between being bullied at school for being a weirdo, and the rough family life. I didn't feel like I fit in anywhere. When the fights would happen at home I would go stand outside on our back porch, and look up at the stars.

I remember I used to wish the aliens would come pick me up, and take me away. (I was a huge extraterrestrial geek at the time and studied ufo cases) I would stand outside at night and wish for that as hard as I could. I used to also think that since I was seen as such a misfit here on Earth, I would fit right in with the aliens.

Haha, a funny reminscent thought of my childhood, and bittersweet.

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