Thoughts: Honest recollection or vivid imagination? You decide.

I’ve been thinking of trying to dissect just what this thing is. If It was something old that had been here or simply something we managed to will into being. I don’t know. I’ve got guesses, but they are just that. It’s a riddle wrapped in an enigma stuffed into a suit.

Guess I’ll start off with a bit about me. It’s always good to let your readers know you have a background. Something they can reference to say “Hey! He might not be bat shit crazy after all!” I’m a 23 year old male living in that lovely forest and swamp covered state of Florida. Currently in the process of moving back to South FL near where I used to live. Which on one hand is a good thing and on the other could potentially be a bad thing for myself now that I’m taking an active interest in this whole thing.

I guess I could tell you all a story. To my recollections its all true and it’s exactly as I saw it then. But this was 16 years ago and I was but a wee lad of 7 at the time. I lived in Sanford, FL not all that far from Lake Monroe. My Grandfather used to come by once a week and take me down to the lake front to fish on simply walk and watch the water. It was good.

If any of you seeing this are familiar with the area you know there is (or maybe was as I haven’t been back in years) a duck pond near the waterfront. We stood on the retaining wall of the waterfront watching the people fishing from it. I remember standing next to my Grandfather and turning back to look across at the duck pond which was directly behind us.

Next to the big oak that grew maybe 5-10 feet from the water. It stood there. Watching. Me? Possibly. But I don’t know. I haven’t been followed or stalked or whatever you’d like to call it. I wasn’t really scared I remember that clearly. But I thought it was strange, like maybe my eyes just weren’t seeing the person’s features. So I asked my Grandfather if he saw It. He didn’t really say anything about it that I can recall and didn’t react to it that I could tell. But he said it was time for us to leave. And that was that.

Story time is over folks. That would be one of the things I’ve seen. I suggest taking this with a grain of salt. As it was the experience of a 7 year old boy. Time messed things up a bit as you get older. Could my mind be playing a trick with this recollection?  Entirely possible. But my memory tells me that is what happened. So what the hell right?

Regards,
Yawn