By Summer Bacon
[Here's another excerpt from my one-day-to-be-published autobiography. I have had mystical experiences from the time I was eleven months old. As a teenager, these experiences began to accelerate, and oftentimes they frightened me. Fortunately, my parents didn't have me committed, but instead watched me in wonder. Daily life for me was often a challenge. In the following story, you will see how spirits even joined me on Prom Night.]
In 1976, when I was sixteen years old, I attended a prom at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles. Klaus, my handsome German boyfriend, an exchange student, suddenly disappeared after dinner, and I got tired of waiting for him to return to our table, so I wandered the ballroom looking for him.
To my dismay, I found him sitting at the top of the many-tiered dining room, smoking cigarettes with a stunningly beautiful Chilean exchange student who had gorgeous hair that cascaded nearly to her ankles. Heartbroken, I left the dining area to soothe myself with a tour of the elegant and stately hotel.