My Visit to Stonehenge: One of England's Many Cool Places

I'm going to give you a bit of my background so that when I go against the popular view and give Stonehenge a mere 3 stars, you will sort of understand why. Bear with me on this.

Ever since I was a small child, I had been enamoured of England in general, and knew that one day I absolutely had to visit Stonehenge. I can't tell you why that is. I was just drawn to it, like a magnet. It isn't that I believe in any pagan stuff, I don't believe in any God, per se. Oh I did go through a bit of a fad in my teens with Wicca, but that's just kinda normal, isn't it? The teens are for exploring and deciding, aren't they?

I was never really sure if I believed in a spirit world, or another plane of existence if you will, until my daughter Azure was born. She convinced me in rather dramatic ways. When she was about 4, we moved into a house in Gardena, CA. From the very first night, she woke up just screaming the most blood curdling shrieks I'd ever heard. She described to me scenes of bloody massacre that were just bordering on incredible. After the second night of this, I began quizzing theneighbors. Mind you, the child hadn't talked to anyone up to this point. We had no idea. The kid's visions were exact to what had occurred in that house. The father apparently had gone off his nut and slaughtered his entire family... In what was now Azure's bedroom. On the third day, we moved out. I was a believer. In what, I'm not sure. But there was absolutely something beyond this plane of existence.

So. I am not a skeptic. Azure is 25 now, and throughout her entire life she has been sensitive to hot spots and occasionally would do things like say I'll have some ice cream too please before I'd made a move or said a word about having been thinking about grabbing a bowl. She quite often would say things like why is dad home early? only to hear the car pull up about 10 minutes later. Eerie, that.