Then there was the Billie goat. My dad was always keeping some sort of animals around the house. He had this mean old goat and told me many times not to go near the fence. But the little boy adventurer had to come out one day. I had an older friend that lived just across the way and he came over to visit. I just had to show him the new goat. I do not remember how exactly but like some nightmare we were inside the fence with this old goat and as fate would have it we were chased from the fence. The only problem was we left the gate open and the chasing did not stop there. We did manage to escape with out any serious injury. As fate would have it here I was left to explain to my dad why the goat was out of the fence.

As my life continued I began some time are another to start feeling like I was just in a bubble and my city was all that there was. I guess that comes from being raised in a small town. I still remember the first time that my mother drove us through Greenville, SC. I was totally amazed at the ten to fifteen story tall buildings. It was so big. At this time I have been around the world several times and I still feel that I am just in a bubble like a lab rat. The only difference now is that I have felt the walls and know that it is true. I am still not sure who it is that is observing us but I am sure that we are all in a cage. Who are we humans? Why was we created? Where did we come from? Where are we going? I don't guess any one else has ever asked these questions, ha, ha.

Like I said this is a little bit on the rambling side but I must write about the things I remember. When I was just a little kid I can remember sitting in the back yard beating on an old wash tub like the Indians on TV to make it rain. What was amazing was the incredible timing of the rain. It was so noticeable that my mom got to the point when it was dry she would tell me to go beat the rain drums. It never failed to rain. Now I can still be amazed because I can watch the weather and see that there is no call for rain. Then in my mind I will picture the world and in my mind I pull the clouds up from the gulf because I believe there is always moisture there. Then in three days we have rain from the gulf. I remember when we were in Indonesia the people there were telling me how bad the drought had been. I pictured in my mind the moisture from the ocean dissipating over the island of Indonesia. Before I left there I heard comments about how wonderful the rain was that had been so long in coming. I know as a sensible adult that this is not possible and that it is all just one big coincidence. But who knows?