When I was very young, perhaps 9 or 10, I vividly remember a visitation I had by a kind, benevolent being that took me by the hand, lifted me up, and took me for a short flight over the surrounding neighborhood. The being talked to me lovingly and told me that I was wonderfully made and had a special purpose in life.
Please DO write your stories BJ. Many readers coming to this blog would be very interested in hearing them. May I suggest that you write your experiences in parts... a bit like Dickens' Pickwick Papers stories. I'm sure you can provide 'cliff-hangers'. That could be fun. I am happy to publish your stories here (the copyright belongs to you), and may I suggest "Lean Pub" for authors? : )