Discovered along the side of a dusty dirt road just outside of Roswell, NM in the spring of 1947. A few years later, a nice couple from a Great Place on a Great Lake, came down to the orphanage (government installation, also known as "Area 51") and relocated me to their home in the Midwest.
Lived the life of a normal child playing with the other human type children. When the time came to enter the work force, blended in for the most part. Choosing to work in the electrical field of traffic control and communications, also working on the side with computers, it was the only way to contact the motherland.
After a period of time, found myself fascinated with a TV show, the Beverly Hillbillies. They seemed like Nice Folks down thar, so I packed up and move to the land of bubbling crude and the "Tennessee Tranquilizer" (moonshine)
Y'all come back now, ya hear?