|Me aged 6|
So the radio seemed like a good friend, it talked and I could talk back to it, and if it shouted I could turn it down, and I could switch it on and off when I wanted. If the TV was on and I had the radio on really quietly, with my ear pressed up against it, they couldn't hear me. I wasn't interested in human voices, I had seen pictures of UFO's and I was listening for messages from deep space. Sometimes I would hear Morse Code and think that I had struck gold, but then I saw 'Wagon Train' where they cut the telegraph cables and realised that we humans used Morse Code. I would scan the Long, Medium and Short waves every night, examining every crackle, sometimes falling asleep until I was awoken by the others going to bed. I got my first electric shock off that radio, when I took the back off to see what was inside. It looked harmless, nothing was moving! However I must have touched something scary because my whole body went into spasm and I couldn't control anything, including my bladder. It was only the falling onto the floor that saved me by pulling my hand out of the radio. Every muscle in my body ached for days and my eyes were blood shot; I looked like Dracula! My mother took me to the doctor and he said, I probably had a cold coming on; doctors hey? I looked at that radio with so much more respect after that!