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|Sky Watching, the First of June (youngsters:science fiction, 12787 words)|
|Author: Loren||Added: Dec 10 2008||Views/Reads: 10138/5286||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|"Champ" a small child, waits with his family in Taejon Park, where a celestial wonder is expected to occure! But there are no promises of what exactly is going to happen...|
Sky Watching - The First of June by Loren John Presley I have many wonderful memories of my childhood. From time to time I reflect on the small, quaint neighborhood I and my family lived in, and the days when I and my friends would play together in the streets and have imaginative adventures under the hot summer afternoons. We'd swim in bright blue pools, jump on wide, wide trampolines, and swing on the branches of the neighborhood trees. I also recall sitting with my family under warm colorful sunsets, and cool, black, bright starry nights... I loved the sky when I was very young. When I was hardly three year's old I was still getting to know all the many different wonderful kinds of skies there were: the different kinds of sunsets, the different kinds of stormy and windy skies, and the many other different colors and forms it could take. But above all, my fondest memories of my childhood were traveling down a long, windy highway every first of June into the mountains to place called Taejon Park to watch the spaceships... The spaceships had long been known as UFOs. But nobody called them that anymore... You never knew what to expect when you went to Taejon Park on the first of June. Sometimes the experience was better than others. Sometimes, for reasons unknown, nothing would happen. You never knew anything. I often recall that one night...that one first of June I would never forget. Not ever. *** I and my parents left our house late in the afternoon while the bright golden sun was still a good height over the horizon. We drove down the avenues and streets of our quaint, colorful neighborhood, while I looked dreamily out the window at some of the older kids playing on the lawns, or basketball in the streets. My spirits were all aflutter... Dad drove me and Mom through our humble, and rather rural town toward the bright, beautiful, fertile mountains in the distance. The drive would be long, but I would enjoy every minute of my excitement and anticipation. As our car rolled into the mountains, the roads became high and windy. We traveled thousands of feet above sea level, and I looked out the window down into the deep gorges and low valleys of coniferous forests, wide lakes, and even a hewed pattern in a mountain that reminded all of us of an Aztec pyramid. When we had already driven hours into the mountains, the sun had sunk lower in the sky until it had become just dim enough for the cars speeding down the highways to turn on their headlights. I peered forward to look out the front seat window, and I gazed out on the evening shades of sunlight reflecting off the rocky peaks and the grassy mountains. Things started to look familiar, and I knew we were almost there. Then, not long afterward, our car was running down a small road over high, rolling hills full of blending shades of green grass. On the right side of the road, cars were parked in series for as far as the eye could see. Along the rolling hills lay hundreds of families sitting on blankets on the fields of grass, most of whom were having picnics. I could hear Mom and Dad talking quietly in the front seat as they searched for a place to park. I let them talk and just gazed out the window up at the skies above, which were colored in the most beautiful and unusual silver and gray cloud formations. I cannot remember seeing any clouds that were more beautiful than on that day. The horizon to the east was getting rather dark, and I could see the mountains fading off into perspective under the shadows of the oncoming twilight. Finally Mom and Dad found a parking spot in a very small parking lot, marked by a circular paved walkway, which I remembered seeing on our previous visits on the first of June. My heart thumped wildly with excitement. Click here to read the rest of this story (1540 more lines)
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