BARBARA: The Story of a UFO Investigator - Exopolitics Hongkong

Chapter 5
ALMOST A GROWN UP
Grade school in Oklahoma turned out to be fun. I got
along pretty well with the kids and the teachers at Union
School, which was an independent country school district
just outside Tulsa. Nothing unusual or earth shaking
happened to me during those years. I learned that I could
make people laugh. Teachers and students all seemed to
agree on that. Whatever I said, they laughed like crazy. I
kinda liked being the center of attention, especially since I
knew they weren’t laughing at me but with me.
I really loved being an regular kid in a regular house,
going to a regular school. No one from the great globes in
the sky came to visit, but I’d expected that. In fact, I felt
rather clever. I’d been very careful never to tell them where
we were going.
I never saw the man at the piano., either, but I looked
for him everyday. of course we didn’t have a piano in our
house in Tulsa so I wasn’t too surprised that he didn’t come
to visit me.
When I was ready to enter High School, Mother and
Daddy wanted me to take advantage of one of the better
high schools in Tulsa so we moved into the Will Rogers
District. At that school they put great emphasis on art,
drama, music and other arts. I loved it. One of the art
teachers from another school, a man named Mr. Bartholic,
commented on my talent in front of his and our combined
classes during an outdoor field trip on drawing and
sketching. I was just in heaven. I loved my drawing and
sketching and painting courses and I loved my modern
dance class even more.
In the new house in town, I’d found one special feature
of the structure that pleased me greatly since my parents
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