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It was there, drifting toward me noiselessly from my right, just above the water's surface. It was an opaque featureless ball that glowed a dull orange. Up until then I hadn't realized how big it was - it was easily fifty or sixty feet in diameter. I stood rooted to the spot, fascinated, though now apprehensive. Twelve-year-old bravado was being replaced with twelve-year-old imagination. Suddenly I wondered, was this coming for me? Did it know I was here? Should I run and risk attracting its attention, or stay put, hoping it would pass me by? Or did its occupants even care about the presence of a young boy? Closer inshore it came, tracing the shoreline, almost abreast of me, seventy-five or a hundred feet away. I stayed put, watching it, wondering if it was watching me. Were there beings in there who could see me, or was it some kind of probe? Now it was in front of me. I looked around. Was anyone else seeing this? After all, this was not an unpopulated area. Thousands of people lived nearby in the houses and apartment buildings that overlooked the harbor. To my left, three or four hundred yards away, were the Department of Transport offices and the docks, with coast guard vessels tied alongside. Excitement and the cool fall air made me shiver. I was overwhelmed by what I was seeing. All of my instincts told me it was not natural, not fashioned by human hands, not humanly controlled. It drifted across in front of me to my left, turning with the bend of the cove and gliding silently along toward the 1 Thad been glued to the spot, but now my nerve broke. I turned and ran home as fast as I could, my heart pounding with fear. I kept looking back to make sure that this thing was not following me. I was elated and perhaps a little disappointed that it didn't follow me home. Finally I reached the house. Now I had to deal with my father's wrath. My story fell on deaf ears. He either did not believe or was unable to accept what his son had witnessed. I went to my room and again looked out of the window and down the harbor, but the object was no longer there. I sat on the edge of my bed, wondering. The next day the radio reported many calls from around the harbor area, telling about the strange glowing orange ball out on the water the night before. Back then I had no way of knowing how this sighting was going to affect my future and how it would draw me into the world of UFO phenomena. Nor did I suspect that the fascinating events that were unfolding that evening of October 4, 1967, would culminate in an incident, in a little fishing village on the south coast of Nova Scotia, that would profoundly affect me and the lives of so many others. terminated at the railroad tracks. There I stopped short, out of breath, sucking in large gulps of air. coast guard complex. CHAPTER TWO