posted on Jun, 30 2008 @ 04:53 PM
When I was a kid, I used to take a flashlight, point it at one system or another, and flash prime numbers. Nothing.
As a previous poster suggested, I always carry a camera, extra battery, extra memory cards.
One night, m'Bride and I walked across the street to the beach with a bottle of champagne and sat on the beach and watched the stars. A bright
purplish light came down at an angle, and we both thought it might be a flare (although I've never seen a purple one). It was about that speed.
Then, as it approached the water, it shifted color tone into more of an orange, and went hard and fast parallel with the sea surface away from us to
We had more champagne, and talked about what it could have been, and how lucky we were to see it. That was a UFO, in that we didn't have a clue as
to its identification.
Sometimes, you just get lucky. Other than one incident as a child, that was the sum total of my UFO experience. I don't feel that wanting to see
one helps, but I could be wrong about that.
[indicent? ha edit for pselling.]
[edit on 30-6-2008 by argentus]