A note about UFO ship colour: i really like the shape of this ship and the light configuration as it really set off a spark in my memory bank as far as glow, lights and shape. But the ships we saw were certainly not green - more greyish, white, luminous and metallic. But it would have taken five more minutes in photoshop to sort that out and this is much more festive looking and seasonal!
So here's a shot of me on the ice rink looking at the two flying saucers. I was up north this past Xmas and snowshoed into the old park and was amazed at how small everything was compared to my childhood memory of being a lot shorter and a lot smaller. Consequently, i was surprised to reconcile just how big the craft had to be - easily 25 feet in diameter, and really close to us. This is not perfectly to scale, but it gives a good rendition of the story.
The first house on the right is my friend's babysitter's place. They were looking at us and the ships from the far window on the right. There were two ships. One stayed up in the top left corner and never moved until they both left the park area together. The other ship came down towards us on the rink and then moved to the right and hovered over the backyard of the houses that bordered the park. That's the position of the ship top right. It then moved slowly in an arc downwards and along the backyards of the houses until it paused over the garage in the back where the arrows lead towards.
In this picture we see the UFO hovering over the corner of that garage. The tree on the left was not there thirty five odd years ago. Instead what was there was a much taller, full grown Columnar Poplar tree - easily twenty to twenty-five feet tall. The ship hovered there for a while just between the the tree and over the corner of the garage, for at least 15-20 seconds. Then it moved in synch with the other ship, and headed up higher and over towards the corner store near Highway 17 before they joined up into the stars and took off.
So look closely at this photo above showing the back of this yellow brick house with the garage in the back. The owner was the grandmother of my other school friend, B.W.. He was quite a character and responsible for many left turns in my childhood. When we told the other kids at school only B.W. gave us any credit - the rest made fun of us. We stopped talking about it until one early spring afternoon when B.W. and i were climbing up a ladder to get into that rear bedroom window directly to the right of the play station. His grandmother had little trust of him alone in the house before she got back there so we had to be resourceful.
As we were climbing up the ladder B.W. suddenly stopped and turned to look across the back of the yard towards the garage. "Holy shit!" exclaimed B.W., "My uncle's going to be pissed when he sees that. He just re-did those shingles last summer!" As I looked out across the yard I saw that the top fifth of the tree, the half closest to the garage where the UFO had hovered above it, was completely singed and blackened. The entire top of the tree was also burnt. No leaves grew on that portion. That tree is no longer there, though other poplars from that time period to the left of this house street side are still alive - thought they could be much younger offshoots, I suppose.
The roof of the garage was another story. In a radial arc about fifteen feet long at its deepest penetration of the roof. including the whole far right corner of the garage's roof, the one closest to us in the photo, all the shingles had been burned and upturned. It was plain to see, this entire patch of shingles that occupied almost a full third of that side of the roof's slope that had been damaged. In my mind i remember that absolute feeling of confirmation that set in as i saw the curved outline of the saucer burned into the roof. We had in fact seen something technological that night and it left a mark. It had left trace evidence here on the roof, and in the burned tree. That was quite a feeling, seeing that curved shape.
That caused me and the my original friend to spend the whole of that summer hunting for UFO's in the city streets, in-between watching B.W. try to get his little mini-motorbike going, to ride in the park. The day i decided i was sick of watching B.W. tinker with that mini-bike's engine was the day he finally got it going and he rode it in the back field where the UFO's had been the previous winter to a roaring crowd. His bike suddenly blew up in a burst of flames as he rode it, burning himself and breaking his arm. So I saw at least one of the two most important things that happened in that field that winter and spring.