I grew up in a world that included starships and space flight, aliens and E.T.
However, I never thought that I would experience any of this other than on television or in the movies.
I was camping with my family at Bissell’s Hideaway Resort in Ridgeville, Ontario way back in the early eighties.
It was late and I was the only one in the family who had not yet turned in for the night. My husband and young daughter were already in bed. It wasn’t often that I got to keep company with a sky full of stars. Taking my time, I made sure that everything was properly tucked away, and that all the campfires were put out.
Just before stepping into the camper I took one last look up at the stars.
They were beautiful.
That was when a small glint to the left caught my eye.
It was too high to be an airplane, yet too slow to be a shooting star. Mystified, I continued to watch as it sailed across the night sky.
Strangely then, the light seemed to be gliding slower and slower as I watched it careen to where it was hovering directly above me.
That’s when the point of light came to a full stop.
For about ten seconds it did not move.
I could not believe what I was seeing.
Slowly, it began to move north, having made a ninety degree turn.
The light quickly picked up speed, and before I knew it, the speck grew dimmer as it moved faster and faster. Then, it zipped out of sight into the darkness.
Amazed, it took a few moments to get myself to move. My mind tried to process what I had just witnessed.
I would probably never see anything like it again.
It was now well past my bedtime. Oddly enough, once in bed, I fell almost immediately asleep.
After returning home a few days later, I told my Father what I had seen.
His response startled me…
“You saw a U.F.O,” he said without blinking an eye.
“Yes,” I replied, “an unidentified flying object.”
“Unidentified,” my Father reiterated.
“Exactly,” I agreed,
“We’ll never know,” he said.
“No, we’ll never know for sure.”
We never spoke of it again.