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It was February in the year 1991 when I had my experience with a ghost. I was 17 years old at the time. One Saturday evening in Phoenix, my high school was using a basketball game, and afterward my cousin and I left the school gymnasium at about 10 p.m. My cousin is from Tohono O’dham, and I had been planning to spend the weekend with my kid's family. Like myself, my aunt is Yaqui. She married a Tohono O’dham man some years ago and had two kids. One is my cousin. We obtained on Interstate 10 and then switched on to South Highway 15 for the drive to the town of Sells about the Tohono O’dham Reservation. About 40 minutes into our drive, we're deep in the desert. Since my car needed new tires, then I had to push just under the speed limit. The treads were only about completely worn out. I guess I had the kind of automobile that we Indians call an "Indian car." It was a fairly beat-up looking car, but it got me where I wanted to proceed. Anyway, there we were, driving in the middle of the desert together with the CD player moving, along with the darkness all around. Suddenly, a massive javelina crossed the street, and I struck that crazy pig with a big old "bang!" I didn't have time to consider stepping on the brakes, because one second there was just the street before us , and the second there was that javelina. I understood we had some big trouble with the car, because the radiator started to hiss, and steam began pouring out. I immediately drove to the side of the road and stopped the car to check on the damage. Sure enough, that creature had struck the front grill head-on, and a piece of metal had punctured my automobile's radiator. Directly behind the car in the darkness e could hear the pig loudly siphoned. It was a bizarre experience to be alone at night in the desert and also to listen.