That Time I Saw a UFO:
Tinfoil hat time...
Anyway, this was... goddamn, sometime in the mid '00s. My friend Peter and I were on the back porch of his parents' new house. We were maybe 10 years old at the time, and it's a summer night. Keep in mind, this is the middle of the woods in bumfuck nowhere Pennsylvania. So, we're on the porch, talking, leaning against the railing, when suddenly this huge triangular... thing just flies overhead.
So, it's this huge triangle with rounded corners and a big, circular light in each corner. Like this:
And it just flies over, slowly and soundlessly, and Peter and I just watch it go by, neither of us saying a damn thing. Eventually, it disappeared over the trees and out of sight. I don't remember if we said anything to each other, but I know we went inside after that.
I often add to this story and say something like, "And none of the adults believed us," but I genuinely don't even think we told any of them. I'm pretty sure we kept it to ourselves, now that I think back on it. I remember the first time I even told anyone about it was after watching one of those alien "documentaries" probably on the now unappropriately named History Channel (this was a time before Ancient Aliens even aired, I'm pretty sure) since they went over typical UFO sightings, and one of the commonly reported ones matched what we saw. It sort of... validated the experience I guess? And I found the confidence to tell my grandfather, assuming he'd maybe believe me.
I reached out to Peter recently, about a couple months ago, via social media. He said he barely remembered it, so I guess it didn't stick with him like it stuck with me. Hell, I was always into the supernatural/paranormal, so that's not too surprising that it's burned into my brain.
Shh... don't wake her up.
