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The year was 1986 - I had just gotten permission to take one last run down the ski hill. A 5-year-old on a mission to follow a "hidden trail" through the woods. We placed skittles down so we could take the same track. It was FUN!! Until I lost control & hugged a tree dead center. It knocked me unconscious.
Positioned at the opening of a tunnel I could see in the distance my parents slowly advancing toward me. The tunnel appeared no more than about eight feet in diameter. Light was glowing from behind them and around them. I watched with curiosity and soon realized they were coming for me. I sensed others behind them.
I woke up in a hotel room. I traveled for a living so I reached for my cell phone on the nightstand on my left, like always. I needed to know if it was midnight or almost time to get up. I was with my boyfriend, Joel; I could tell from the snoring. We were on vacation.
I wriggled to sit up but something didn’t work. My thrashing woke Joel who turned on the light just as I fell out of bed. He came around to see if I was ok and quickly saw I was not right. He said “smile.” I did and he said, “I think you had a stroke.”
I was about 10 to 12 years old when my dentist gave me anesthesia in his dental practice. (I recently learned from a medical source that at that time, early 1960s, the correct required dose of 'laughing gas' for children was not yet known.)
My mother was abusive and had been suffocating me with a pillow sporadically, beginning when I was 5. I was a screamer and she would hold the pillow over my face until I quit struggling and went quiet. I learned to quit struggling very quickly.
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