I am finally, publicly, coming out of the closet. The UFO closet.
I’ll say this as simply as I know how: in 1972, when I was 16-year-old high school student in Orono, Maine, I saw a UFO. I’ve occasionally told friends what I saw that night, but I haven’t spoken about it much because, well, I worried people would roll their eyes. I didn’t want people thinking I was delusional or had watched too many episodes of the “The X-Files.”
Of course I did watch Mulder and Scully a fair amount in the ‘90s, but I was most definitely not delusional. I saw what I saw: an unidentified flying object.
My story doesn’t have anything to do with little green men, alien abduction or anything terrifying. Actually, it’s rather astounding and mundane at the same time. There was a sense of wonder and awe, but no overt drama or panic. And it was all over in about 10 seconds.
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