I had a funny experience a long time ago when I lived in Dayton, Ohio, where I grew up. My father, who, was an M.D., often gave annual physicals to the officers at Wright Patterson AFB in nearby Fairborn, Ohio. He took me with him one year when I was a boy of about 9 or 10. I remember walking into then this large building with lots of stuff going on behind closed doors, and guys walking in and out of them and up and down the hallway. We were taken to a medical room and my father prepared for the exams while I sat there.
Once the officers starting coming in to wait their turn, no one paid any more attention to me. I was always a curious kid and I wandered into the next room, where I saw all kinds of fancy machinery, none of which I understood. Remember, I was probably in the fifth grade then, but a pretty bright kid nonetheless. I could already read a college textbook and understand it!
I wandered through that room mesmerized by all the interesting looking stuff and there wasn't anyone else in there except me. I kept going from one room to the next, and even the people working in there didn't notice me. I was probably trying to stay undetected. The last room I went into had what looked like the gurneys I had seen my dad work on patients on, and there was something on one of them covered by a sheet. It may have been the body of a dead soldier (this was Korean War era). That I will never know. What I do know is that a large man in uniform came in quickly and scared me to death. He grabbed me and pulled me out of the room forcibly. He asked me what I was doing there, and I told about about my dad. He walked me down the hall (holding me tightly by the shoulder all the way) to where my dad was working and brought me back inside and told me to sit down and stay put, in the same area where the officers were waiting to see my dad.
He scared the shit out of me and I didn't budge out of that chair until my dad was done. I don't think I ever told my dad about it, but I never forgot that experience and wondered what was going on in there. Years later I heard that maybe the creatures from Roswell had been brought to Wright Pat and it made me curious. Not a great story, but that's all I remember, the big guy who grabbed me and scared me to death. :smile:
