Life is funny. It seems like not too old ago, I forced a life form from my body and instantly fell in love with it. It had dark hair and was all eyes and smiles. A while later I looked up and she was blonde with curly hair and had the brightest eyes. She loved everyone and had a little brother to enjoy her life with. She loved to hear the violin being played and love all kinds of music. She would twirl and prance around the house. If you asked her what she was going to be when she grew up she tell you, "I am going to be a ballerina !" She waited anxiously for school to start because she had read every book we owned. She was 3 at the time.

Most of you all know that I am not a younger person. But I am an adult with teenage children. When I joined Hat and here the moderator were notified so that way no one could say I was stalking. My daughter has now graduated high school and is of legal age (18). The story "His Story" is about my son who is about 3 yrs younger than her and most of it is true, I did it from her point of view when we found out that he has Asperger's syndrome or that he is an "aspie". He is also a member of Hat. In fact there are several "aspies" on Hat that I personally know. But you would of never really known that.

    This was a primitive world, It's inhabitants convinced of their own uniqueness and self worth. He hadn't wanted this, but they wouldn't listen. They believed in independent evolution, that each society needed to find their own feet. But he knew otherwise; he knew that this race, like so many others, would reach the galactic scale only to find it alien territory, to be punished for trespass and most likely the use of banned propulsion systems. An intrepid, young race, punched in the face by a possessive older neighbour. They would probably fight. They wouldn't realise the vastness of their enemy and would commit suicide, eradicated under the dangerous races act.