Reflections

My earliest science fiction memory wasn’t the normal one.

I remember I was a young child on my way somewhere. One of the group homes I was at was going on a weekend camping trip to Lake Mead, and the four of us kids were sleeping in the back of the truck underneath the protective camper shell. It was really late at night and we’d been driving for a few hours at this point, so of course a bunch of kids passed out.

Something woke me up on the way, though. It was very dark and I couldn’t see all that we...