A saucer hovered over a small home. We froze. The three of us automatically whispered the name of Jesus, and the saucer disappeared.
A teenage boy came out of the house. He looked up the hill to the road where we were and waved his arm. “Hello!” he yelled as he walked toward us.
I thought the boy might be close to our age, or a little older. The three of us waved back and shouted hello as we walked toward our neighbor.
“Hi, my name’s Ty,” the boy said as he approached and shook his long wavy blond hair out of his face. “I haven’t seen you guys before.”
“I’m Anna,” she said with a little wave.
“I’m Simeon, the sane one of this group. We’re camping up the road.”
“You want to come see our camp?” I asked.
“You’re camping? Wow, that’s cool. Just let me tell my mom. I’ll be right back.”
The three of us spent the afternoon with Ty. First, we showed him the camp, and later Ty showed us the shortcuts to walk to town and the lake.
We become fast friends and felt comfortable with each other, so I decided to take the plunge. “Hey, Ty, you ever see flying saucers up here?”
“All the time,” came the glib answer.
“No kidding?” I was surprised at the matter-of-fact answer. “We saw one over your house just before you came out.”
“Not surprising. I asked the kids at school if they had ever seen one, and more than half the class said they had.”
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