“Was about 6 years old and I lived just south of San Francisco near the beach. Was walking on the beach with my brother we found a body that washed up on the shore.

The head was missing and the body itself was so bloated it was almost bursting out of the seams of the jeans material on the pants.

It was daytime and the sun was beating down on it so it smelled.

We ran to find an adult and then went home to tell mom. We weren't allowed back that day, so I didn't find out what happened.”