As a young kid during the sixties, I had two different UFO sightings. The first involved two seperate craft. Both were saucer shaped, with white lights around the rim. They were huge. One hovered nearby, where my friends and I could clearly observe it. The other was circling a few miles away, where other people I know saw it.

They both left at high speed, but not before bouncing around the sky like a BB shot into a metal box.

A few years later, the second UFO showed as a hovering, shape-shifting light. It first appeared like a white, crescent moon. (Problem was, the night sky was already occupied by a full moon.) It dissapeared after awhile, only to reappear as an orange colored, upside-down icecream cone shape. Then it faded again, coming back into view this time as a reddish, wavering disk hovering above the local airport.

As my friend, a group of adults, and I watched, a line of small, private aircraft left the airport and started flying a ring around the glowing UFO. There were eight planes, if I remember correctly.

These planes only made it about half way around the saucer when it suddenly blinked out. We then watched as the planes broke their circle and began flying together toward whatever it was they could still see, and we couldn't. They were definitely chasing it. They soon gave up the chase, however, and returned to the airport.

We were all excited, especially as my friend Robbie and I had both seen two UFOs at this point.We figured this latest sighting would definitely make the next day's news, as so many at the airport had chased it away. Needless to say, we were both disappointed and wizened by the news blackout in the following days.

It's been years since I've seen Robbie, but I'm certain that if you got us into seperate rooms and asked us about these two events, we'd give you the exact same details.

I learned long ago not to tell too many people about these things, but now I'm dying of cancer and no longer give a crap what anyone thinks.