The First Ever Contest Winning Blog

Well the contest is over. I was happy to see the turn out for this wonderful contest. So here are the winners...

Third Place goes to cowboys with sad songs. I would have actually given this one the first place prize if it was November but since it's March, I just didn't feel like I could touch on the subject.

Second Place goes to miami mike. I know he likes to be slapped around and.

And here it is, the moment we've all been waiting for...

First Place goes christine. I read this and I thought of a story as a child. As you read further I'm sure you will think that I over reacted but it really fucked me up as a child. So enjoy this Contest Winning Post.

I love movies. If you know me, you know that I have seen just about any type of movie made. There are even times when I know the studio that distributed the movie.

I'm the youngest in a family of four children. The age difference between my brother's and my sister is between five and ten years. When I was growing up, I was always too young to hang out. Too young to know any better. Needless to say I spent a lot of time by myself. As the years went on I'd say I developed something called the "Only Child Syndrome." You get it when your age difference is so great that you literally feel like an only child. My imagination grew. It started off small until it became a huge blob in my brain.

I watched a lot of movies dealing with aliens as a child. Hell, The Last Starfighter is one of my all time favorite movies, but the day finally came when I saw this awesome, kid friendly movie made by Steven Speilberg called Close Encounters of the Third Kind. In my eyes, this was neither awesome nor kid friendly. It freaked me the fuck out. The scene that disturbed me the most was when the aliens took the kid away from his mother. I can still invision it. How scared shitless I was when I saw that. Knowing that if it could happen to that kid, it could happen to me.

After seeing that movie, I couldn't sleep alone for about a year. I would stare at my closet, waiting, anticipating for the aliens to come and take me away. I know my brother Brian, who shared a room with me, got annoyed with me at times. I would stay awake until he went to bed. There was a Friday when he wasn't going to bed. I went downstairs and sat on them watching the t.v. through the windows in the door that led to the living room. Almost falling asleep, but staying awake knowing that if I got caught up past my bed time I would be in trouble. When the show he was watching was done, I ran upstairs and pretended I was there the whole time.

I know what you are thinking, "Dan, those aliens weren't evil." The thing is, nobody told me that. So I just assumed that sooner or later they would come for me, since I believed they were real.

A year went by and eventually I just said fuck it. If they come for me, they come for me. What's a blanket covering my head going to do? It's not like it would make me invisible and if they flew billions of light years just for me, they aren't going to be fooled by a kid hiding under the sheets.

Needless to say I was way over this until Speilberg fucked with my head again. I saw E.T. with my two older brothers and my mom at the movie theater. I didn't realize that my brother's wanted to sit in a different place then us, so when the movie was done I looked over to see my mom. My brother's were gone. I had flashbacks, bad ones, from the earlier alien conspiracies. I ran up and down the movie aisle, crying because I knew that E.T. took them away. This of course was not true. Brian and Mike got up from their seats and started walked towards the exit door when the credits began to roll. I stopped, and saw them. It was at that point in time that I would never fall for Speilberg's evil tricks again.

To this day though I sometimes look in the closet and see things moving. I don't know what it is, or who it is, but I now just raise my middle finger and roll over to my side, and go to sleep, knowing that one day it might happen, and if it does, I'll be ready.