My story begins when I was 4 years old, visiting a cemetery for the first time. I was with my mother and grandfather (Papa, I call him). They had nothing to do one hot summer evening, so they decided that they should go visit the graves of my Papa's parents (my great-grandparents) in two different cemeteries in Columbus County, North Carolina where we lived. Being that I was an extremely precocious child, I was allowed to come along for the ride. We arrived at the first cemetery, where my great grandfather George Washington Benton had been buried, an air force pilot killed in WWI. Now, bear in mind, I had no knowledge of this fact. I had never met him bc, obviously he died long before 1980, the year of my birth.The cemetery looked like an extremely large field with a large hill and forest in the back. It was next to an old southern country church.I remember everything. I can even remember how hot it was that day, and my little pink sundress. I remember that as soon as we arrived at the graveyard, I quickly jumped out of the car bc I heard someone calling me through my open window. It was almost like a whisper, but I heard it. It wasn't scary or angry. It was just asking me to come. So I jumped out of the car and ran through the gravestones straight into the woods.My mom began yelling at me almost immediately to slow down and be respectful of the dead. I dont think I understood that there were actual dead bodies in the ground at that age so I wasn't afraid at all. I saw a tall man here in the woods. He would've been in his mid 30's to 40's. I didn't recognize him though. He asked if I wanted to play with him and his paper airplane. I remember not speaking very much, you're not supposed to talk to strangers. I just nodded, and he told me to watch how he could make it fly. He told me that he liked flying planes. He said his name was G.W. My mom and papa must not have been too worried bc they were taking their time walking to this particular part of the cemetery. The man said goodbye and nice to meet you When papa finally got to me, the man had already walked away. Papa asked how I chose this spot out of the whole graveyard to sit down. I told him about how the man asked me to sit here and play airplane with him. I don't think my papa skipped a beat before he said, Yep, that was my dad. That day seemed to make my papa and I have an even closer. A relationship we still share today. SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG!I have always felt connected to the Other side of the spirit world, and I have many other stories that I could share. This is just the first I thought of sharing.