"All the stories in this book actually happened as written," insists Sigfried Bader, the author of this charming, witty memoir. ." . .What?" he goes on. "You don't believe me? You think they're all made up?" Mr. Bader has to confess some are, but only a few-the events the rest describe were all quite real, and he hopes they're fun to read anyway, and that you save the book for those moments in your own life when you feel, as is our nature as people, a bad twinge. Everything in a life comes to an end, he argues; so did "Through My Eyes." It took him a lifetime to live these tales and then to assemble them. "Some," he says, "were a lot of fu n, some less. If they inspire you to write something yourself, I'll be happy to read it. But don't wait too long. I'm getting old, you know. Make your book interesting, with a lot of funny memories, and I expect it will be even better than mine."