My older brother and I were throwing a tennis ball off our roof in the backyard of the house we grew up in. It was getting dark, so Stan (still my best friend today) and his brother went into our house to meet their mom. As these three talked with my mom inside the house, something caught our eyes outside the house.

A large “fireball”, roughly the side of a hot air balloon crawled slowly across our neighbor’s yard, beginning at the house and traversing the entirety of the yard to the just above a shed that inhabited the back corner of their lot, just against our shared fence and just short of an alley. We, of course, screamed and ran into the house, where both moms assured us nothing had happened.

That would be the end of the story but for this:

I was watching a show on the Discovery Channel or equivalent more than 20 years later at my brother’s house when I mentioned seeing something unidentified in the sky when 5. When my brother’s eyes enlarged, I left the room and asked him to relay the story to his wife, giving every detail he could remember. He left the room and I, in turn, told the same story to our volunteer arbiter. My brother and I told the SAME story 23 years later, verified by a third party, though we had never told the story again since the night of the sighting.

Strange but true.

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