I was 10 years old when I became aware that my dreams were predictive. This was in the 60s when you did not hear much about psychic phenomena. Prior to that realization I had no idea how much my instincts had protected me. I would avoid being near people and places that made me feel uncomfortable. Including the neighborhood pedophile who charmed all the other children but made my skin crawl. I did not understand exactly what he was doing but I knew whatever it was, it was frightening. He played sports with a boy who eventually became my aunt’s boyfriend, James. He was everybody’s hero. Most people in the area were poor or blue-collar workers. Hope was hard to come by so everyone was thrilled when he was picked up by a junior hockey team and he began touring.