When I was younger, I believed that there was life on Mars. Now I don't mean this in the ordinary child's sense of believing in the fantastic. I really believed that life existed there, and indeed that I had visited Mars at some point in my prevoius life.
I dreamt about Mars. Long, vivid, dreams of raised passageways and tunnels, of abandoned spaceports and stations, of strange smells and senses. I felt a deep longing for this place, and a deep kinship for the occupants who had apparently abandoned the place aeons before, but still lived somewhere, if only I could find them.....
Bla bla bla..... whadaya expect at 12?