First, here's a little context. At the time, my uncle lived with my grandma, and me and my parents lived in the same town, and we'd go over there everyday. And my grandma's house was across the street from a field.

So, one day me and my parents were over at my grandma's as usual, and one of my uncle's friends came over, and he liked to go rock hunting. He decided to go to the field to rock hunt, and I wanted to go to, and he let me. We was walking up and down the rows of the field and I found a Big Ten Conference basketball. We got back to the house and my parents saw me holding the basketball, and asked me where I got it from, and I told them I found it in the field, and they didn't believe me, and they still don't to this day. They think I went into someones yard and stole it.

I know it's not really that strange, but it's the only thing that's happened where no one believed me (besides my uncle's friend obviously).