Nick was convinced they were holding aliens in Area 51 and doing autopsies, and I agreed, adding, "who do you think works there?" He suggested that people don't work there like a normal job, they are born, raised, work, and die there and never see the outside world. Yes, for us, Independence Day was a documentary. Was it not a documentary or something? Wasn't that really area 51? I don't know. That's an 'unsolved mystery' our old Lifetime channel friend Robert Stack took to his grave.
This is all heavily ironic, for nothing terrified me more as a kid (and even now as I think about it), than being abducted by aliens--that and ghosts. I knew there was no monster under the bed, but aliens? I wasn't so sure. You could say this fear was also ironic because if you talked to my brother, he would've told you nothing would've pleased him more than seeing me get "taken." He would have held the door for them. Indeed, it might have explained a few things. The feeling was mutual. It didn't help that a new "aliens destroy humanity" movie came out every year in the 90's, and of course, my parents kept renting them--even the horribly terrifying Mars Attacks, which haunted my dreams for weeks. Those eyes, those brains, those ray guns turning people into skeletons, the totally wasted all-star cast, the mere presence of Danny Devito! It was a horrible movie (and that's coming from a guy who likes Tim Burton).
Robert Stack probably was an alien, but I had my doubts about some kids at school. Humans? Or aliens wearing human skin? How could you tell? Well, if they tell you they're a pack of aliens living out behind the school eating "shiny paper" foods (the place was littered with potato chip bags)... it makes sense to play it safe and take their word for it. Your brain could be next.