I’ve honestly only told this experience to two people-my husband and my son. To this day, I try to tell myself that I imagined it, but 23 years later, it’s still as fresh in my mind as the night it happened.
I was dating this guy who lived in Davie, FL and 23 years ago, Davie was the boondocks of Broward County. It was all mini – ranches and cattle grazing land; the Burger King in town still had hitching posts for horses. It was COUNTRY to a suburb dweller like me. He lived down a dirt road (paved now) off Griffin Rd and his house was set on a couple of acres that backed up to pastureland. There were no streetlights, and when we pulled into his driveway, not even the front porch light was on.
But the moon was full and lit up the yard so much I could see all the way to the treeline that separated his front yard from the cattle property next door. I’ll admit, I’ve always had a fear of the dark so the idea of staying in the car while he ran into the house real quick was not appealing to me but I didn’t get along with his mother, and, well, it was bright enough outside. I watched him unlock the side door and go into the house, then through the Florida room window, saw him stop and chat with his mom and dad.