It was a hot day in August of 1960. I was 9 years old. My younger brother (Norris) and I were playing Stoopball, a very popular game of that era, when suddenly the sky began to change from blue to a kind of pinkish orange color.
In amazement I stopped playing and began looking towards the sky. At that point, I asked Norris to look up and see the funny colored sky. I was a little upset with him for showing absolutely no interest in what I was looking at as he calmly told me that he wanted to finish the game.
All of a sudden I began to see flashes of lightning. Again, I was amazed because even as a child, I knew that when you see lightning, it’s usually followed by the sound of thunder. However, that day, I saw lightning but heard no thunder.
At that point, I saw a tiny red dot appear in the pink sky. This time I yelled at my brother Norris to look at the sky. Again, he showed no interest in what I was looking at as he pouted “Let’s finish the game!”
I quickly walked away from him and went to the corner of the block to get a better look. By the time I reached the corner two more tiny red dots appeared.
“Look” “look” I kept screaming to my brother but, he just walked away angrily because I didn’t want to finish the game.
I was so amazed by the way those dots were flying independently from left to right and would stop in midair and hover like a helicopter. I assumed that they were going back to space because they started getting smaller and smaller until they disappeared. Soon afterwards the lightning stopped and the sky returned to blue.
I never really spoke much about that day. Maybe it was because I couldn’t get my brother to look up and back my story.
Submitted by: Douglas B. Alford