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89 He paused again. “My God.” Barry Lewis leaned forward and his gaze bored into mine. “Why... I know you. You were there too. You were a blonde alien woman, and you were on that space ship with me, Barbara. Don’t you remember?” I could almost remember, but not quite. The guys in the sky had done their best on me, and on my memory. It was several years before some of those things came to light. So, nowadays, when parents ask me about what might be happening to their children, those children who keep crying and screaming that monsters are coming into their rooms at night, I answer, usually very quietly, “Pay attention to what your children are saying they can see in their room! They probably are telling the truth. They’re probably seeing what they say they are seeing.” Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator