I look like them. I can talk their language to a certain degree, but that’s where the similarities end. All memory banks from the planet I can from and how I ended up here are gone. My ship can not be located. All there is for me to do is to wait until someone from my home planet comes for me. I am lost here.

When my own memories were erased, they seem to have been replaced with memories from here, but I know they are not real. I feel dislocated, uneasy. Not of my own skin. A family here has adopted me and they call me mom. There are two small ones that call me grandma. It is those two I seem to relate to the best. Their parents the ones that call me mom are nice people. They seem to have a genuine interest in me. They seem grateful to me for having raised them. I have no recollection of doing this, but I do feel a strange sense of belonging to them.

I am going to this place they call college. The body and mind I am in are much older than most of the earthlings going there. I have enjoyed learning about the planet and how they think. The young ones are not happy to be there. It seems their parents have paid for and sent them there, but they do not like it. I am baffled as to why the parents continue to send them there. This college thing is very expensive. It would seem the parents could find more affordable babysitting for them, but they continue.

My earth age is 48 they say. I don’t know how they came by that number, but they did. I am older than many and younger that many others. I think they call that middle age. There is suppose to be a crisis for this age bracket, but I seem to be immune to it so far. I am not sure what the crisis is supposed to be about, but I have seen people struggle with it and it looks unpleasant. I try to keep my mind active. That seems to be a key. Those that suffer from it, are all of a sudden dissatisfied with every aspect of their life. They buy strange things like fast cars and hair pieces. Many times they leave their family and go find a younger earthling to start a new one.