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|Sky Watching, the First of June (youngsters:science fiction, 12787 words)|
|Author: Loren||Added: Dec 10 2008||Views/Reads: 10191/5328||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...|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story "All right, we finally made it!" Dad said, opening his side door. "Do you want me to get the blankets?" asked Mom, opening her own door. "Sure, Honey. I'll take the icebox.” As they opened their doors I could feel a cool, wild, dusk wind blowing in. I couldn't wait to walk outside and scamper about on the wide, grassy park...and then wait... Mom opened the trunk of the car, while Dad excitedly let me out of my booster seat. I stretched my arms real quick, then hopped down and climbed my way out onto the blacktop parking lot. I bathed in the the atmosphere of the moment as I set foot outside, relishing the gray, cloudy and unusual skies, the blowing grass, and the light evening breeze. I followed Mom and Dad close by while we headed for the grassy fields, Mom with the blankets under her arm and Dad carrying the icebox in one hand. I jumped up at my father's side as we set foot onto the fields. “When are we gonna see them, Daddy?” I shouted. “When it gets darker, Champ,” he replied with a smile. “Pretty soon.” I looked around at all the people we passed by. I noted a family like mine, but with three children instead of one, all of whom were seated on their picnic blanket, warm in their jackets. I noticed a family with older children and their two grandparents seated in folding chairs on the grass. I noticed many, many other families. In my young perception they seemed to go on forever like the grassy plain—the plain was much smaller than I perceived it of course. Finally we reached a small clearing on the floor of the crowd. “This looks like a good spot. You think so, honey?” my dad checked with my mom. “Looks fine to me,” my mother approved. My mother set the blue, corduroy blanket across the floor while my dad set down the snacks. Soon the three of us were sitting together on the thick blankets. I was quickly up and about again, running around in the tall grass and letting my childhood imagination run free... ...I was an odd child, to be candid, more than I knew. I could be very quiet for my age, but randomly I could phase into looseness and run around, dance and utter strange chatter. Other times, however, I would seem to behave normally for a young child. My mom and dad sometimes could not figure out the games I used to play when I was that little. They could only wonder what the unusual words I was uttering, only wonder what I was pretending to be or pretending to do. My parents took note of my behavior more and more as I grew a little older. Once or twice they considered professional advice on whether or not I ought to be tested. Nevertheless, I never saw my father or mother upset about me, and rarely were they upset with each other. They seemed to believe together, with heartfelt conviction, that I had my own special language and that I could see beauties in the world invisible to everyone else. As long as I had my other side—the part of me that could think and communicate with them too—they were happy for me. As I grew older to understand more about my parents, I realized that's what I loved best about them when it came to any difficulty. They never dreamed of a life that was supposed to be perfect. My parents knew that happiness in our family had to come not from good times or a life without problems, or being young. My parents knew that happiness in our family had to come from inside our hearts. They treasured their love. *** Soon it was getting much darker on the field. The tall stadium lights around Taejon Park lit up to accommodate the oncoming darkness. I sat back down on the family blanket, regarding how my parents were snug in their jackets. They were helping themselves to Lay's and Ruffles potato chips, which we had brought for the trip. They were talking together and laughing, but I was too small to mind what they were saying. I sat down on the blanket and helped myself to some Oreo cookies. Often I would look up at my parents while they talked and laughed, spending their hours waiting... I noted how my mother's black hair blew in the breeze against the horizon, which blended from bright blew to turquoise to purple and black. I could never remember a more beautiful horizon. The silvery white stadium lights glowed on her hair strands. I saw how the hood of my father's gray jacket and his soft, brown whiskers blew in the thrilling breeze. I saw the stadium light glow on his teeth when he smiled bright and I noticed how it gave a lustrous silver hue to his blue eyes. Years later, my mother would recall how I looked during our wait. She smiled at me while I sat on my knees on the blanket, warm in my red and gray sweater. To her, the silvery white stadium light stood brightest behind me, outlining my strange little form like a halo. I distinctly remember her smiling brightly at me while I sat there waiting and watching and enjoying our snacks. The sky cleared up very fast while I we sat on our thick blanket under the light of the stadium lamps. And just then, I heard a voice far and wide from the speakers. It was a woman's voice, which was beautiful and exciting and full of life! “Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, Children of the Century! In a few moments, we hope to witness a spectacle in our skies, brought on every First of June! Today we remember the event that changed our world as we know it, which occurred this very day twenty years ago. During that time, we as a race looked up to the our starry skies and felt lost. We feared our planet might be dying. We feared that any day our greatest, most feared weapons would be unleashed, forever changing our world for the worst. Twenty years ago, this very night...our greatest fears came true! Someone launched the first batch of our destructive missiles. Fear became dominant of every country on our planet. Others unleashed our destructive weapons on those we feared and regarded as our enemies.” “Then...before our very eyes, our missile complexes began shutting off! Base after base could not so much as get their deadly weapons to launch before the power was shut off again. The same hour this was happening...we watched the skies and were amazed at the spectacle of our century! Fiery lights began surrounding the skies of our entire planet. We watched in fear and confusion as they gathered, dreading that the life of our race—and all life on our planet—had reached its end. But when we saw our missiles detonating in our atmosphere, far from where they could harm us, our minds were lost and our fears subsided! Soon the very last of our destructive weapons had burst far away in the stars...” “The strange lights haunted our skies in their ethereal beauty for another month, always lingering. Many of us wondered who they were. We're they our friends, or our enemies? What were they still doing up there? Could they possibly be watching us closely for any more signs of destruction?...Could it be that they were concerned about us...and all living beings on our small, fragile planet?” “To this day, we still don't know who they are. But every First of June...our visitors come to places all around our planet, including Taejon Park, where a dazzling spectacle in our sky is performed! We must warn you that there are no promises on the First of June. Sometimes the spectacle is grand and astounding. Other times there may be little or even no activity. Most often, they do appear...and tonight we can only hope that our memories of that day, twenty years ago, will be accompanied by the Ship's of Light: our mysterious neighbors from the great unknown reaches of our universe...” After those words, the families returned to conversing with each other, laughing, smiling, and enjoying the evening. The sun's dusk light on the horizon continued to sink, and the sky above grew dark with the subsiding of the day. *** I had heard of war...but I had never seen it. None of the children in my generation had ever seen war. I distinctly remember in my preschool class how my teacher, a kind elderly man whom we affectionately called Grandpa Hal, told us stories of battles. He would tell of the horrific suits and masks that soldiers would wear, and of the deafening banging of bombs and cannons. He would tell us of giant metal monsters called tanks that would roll over any kind of terrain. He would tell us about robots in space called spy satellites that could look down on anyone on the earth and show men where their enemies were. He went on to tell us about many other horrors, and we would listen with fervent dread and be glad that there wasn't war anymore... “How do you know so much about war?” asked Emily, a girl in our preschool class. “Yeah, Grandpa Hal! Where did you hear all this stuff?” asked Miguel. Grandpa Hal smiled at us and chuckled. “Because I used to be a soldier,” he replied. Our eyes popped open and we looked on him with amazement. “You were a soldier?” asked Yvonne. Grandpa Hal nodded. “Yep. I sure was...” “Was it scary?” asked Mitch. “Very scary!” exclaimed Grandpa Hal. “Grandpa Hal?” asked Saki, “Is there ever going to be war again?” Grandpa Hal looked at us with a strange twinkle in his eye. “I don't know,” he said. “We haven't had war in years. Not ever since the First of June.” At that, our thoughts turned to the spectacle in the skies. We began turning to one another, our minds dancing with thoughts on the luminous event... *** The evening progressed into night. But nothing happened... The winds had steadied over Taejon park. The sky had gone cloudy again and after a long wait, I could tell that my parents, and many other families on the hill were quiet and placid with doubt. I sat on the picnic blanket with my legs crossed, warm in my red and gray jacket. I watched the black sky with anticipation. After a long wait I turned to my mother and asked, “When will they come?” My mother smiled at me with cunning eyes. “We'll see,” she said brightly. My father rose up from his chair and headed for the ice chest. “I think it's a good time for sandwiches,” he said. He opened the ice chest and pulled out the sandwiches he had bought at the local Chevron station last night. “Here you go, Honey,” he said, handing my mother ham and cheese. “Thank you, sir,” said my mother, humorously. He reached in the ice chest again and pulled out yet another. “One for you,” he told me, handing me my own. I took it delightedly and began opening it from its plastic film casing. “And here's mine,” said my father as he opened his deviled egg sandwich. He reached into the ice chest and pulled out an ice cold glass bottle of V8 to go with it. I managed to open my sandwich and found it to be tuna with bits of celery. I bit into the delectable, soft, cold bread and savory tuna with crunchy celery. And just as I did so, the woman's lively voice came on the speakers again. “Ladies and gentlemen, Children of the Century, we understand that the long awaited spectacle in the skies has not occurred tonight. We ask you to remember that there are no promises on the First of June, and anything is possible on this night. We will continue to monitor the skies for activity, and hope...that we just might be visited by our neighbors from the stars, yet...” I watched as my mother and father gazed up at the cold blue, clouded skies hopefully, taking bites out of their sandwiches, their faces aglow in the stadium lights. I ate some more of my sandwich, feeling the brisk cold hand around me. I too, looked up at the deep-blue, clouded skies, hanging darkly, yet beautifully and peacefully overhead. I longed to see a spec of light amidst the clouds...or the reflection of metal...but nothing. I took yet another bite of my sandwich, beginning to feel lonesome and worried. I looked over my shoulder at my mom and dad and said softly, “When are they coming, Daddy?” My father looked down at me, and I sensed some uncertainty within him. Nevertheless, he nodded to me and forced a smile. “We'll see, Champ,” he replied. I faced forward and looked to the skies another time, regarding how they mysteriously the clouds floated. I then looked out among the people picnicking over Taejon Park, watching as they lingered over their blankets and in their chairs. I sensed that the excitement among them had subsided, replaced by quiet hopefulness. Many were putting on their warmer coats. I paused in my eating for a moment and tried to understand what was going on. I sensed discouragement from the crowd, and this made me puzzled and discouraged as well. I looked over my shoulder at my mother and asked, “Are they coming yet, Mommy?” My mother's lips shifted to the side of her face and she tried not to show what was daunting her. “We'll see,” she replied. I looked out on the crowds of people yet again, watching as they sat on their picnic blankets and in their fold-up chairs, searching the cold blue skies... I think I understood on an intelligent level that this First of June was going to be disappointing. But in my childhood faith, I still believed with all my heart that they would come. Yes, they would come. I knew they would. *** When I was very young, I had no concept that I grew up in a very unique and special world. The thing I loved best about the First of June was that my family and I went to Taejon park along with hundreds of other people. Although we were strangers, we were all friends. We shared, more than ever before in our human history, a realization of brotherhood. We would all looked up at the skies together, waiting to see the ones who had taught us that. *** When I was four years old, Skip escaped from his leash. It was not the first time he had gotten loose, but every time was frightening, nevertheless. I chased him eagerly down one avenue and the next around our neighborhood along with my father. But I was no match for his four legs. I chased him as fast as I could, while my heart throbbed in my throat with fear. Nevertheless, I believed we would catch him again. Skip eventually found his way into the highway just outside our neighborhood. I called to him imperatively while he weaved in and out of two-lane traffic. Then he ran into the path of a white minivan and before my very eyes, he was soon rolling under the carriage of the vehicle, and once the car had passed over, Skip fell limp on the road. I had never seen anything like that happen to someone I loved. My heart leaped with shock and the tears came quickly. I heard my father curse. The minivan pulled over and out emerged a concerned woman who appeared very distraught. I watched with wet cheeks as she and my father met. From a distance I could see that the woman seemed to be apologizing. My father nodded occasionally and I noted his gracious, and sad, expression. A police car pulled over as well. Two officers, a man and a woman, stepped out and asked if my father and the woman needed help. I could clearly tell the two officers had kindred intentions from their expressions. After speaking with the two officers, my father came toward me. The woman officer accompanied him, while the other called the SPCA. When my father made it back to me and knelt down with a solemn expression. “Are you okay, champ?” he asked. I held back my sobs. “Is Skip all right?” I asked. “No,” said my father remorsefully. “Skip's dead.” I collapsed on my father's shoulder with tears. My father patted my back. “Poor kid,” said the woman officer kindly from behind. My father sighed. “Yes. At least he's around some good honest people around him,” he told the officer. “I remember when my dog was hit, the guy just drove off...” I remained on my fathers shoulder, while everything around me was all a blur. That evening, I, my mother, and father buried Skip in our backyard. While I was still heart-broken, my Mother and Father decided to say a prayer with me for Skip. Afterward, I felt consoled, trusting my beloved dog was happy now... While the sun set on that fateful day, I rested in my father's arms out on our back patio. I remember feeling very cold outside, and also very safe in my father's warm grasp. “He was a good dog, wasn't he, son...” said my father. I nodded, laying my head close to my father's heart, and out of the corner of my eyes I watched the sky, an transposing into an ethereal sunset... The clouds floated away in the light of the pink and golden dusk horizon. I saw the silhouettes of larks take wing into the heavens. Although the dusk air was frigid, I just focused on how warm and pink and lofty the sky looked... “...Daddy?” I said. “Yes, champ?” my father asked. “...Do you know why I think the sky glows pink sometimes?” “Why?” “Because...because maybe heaven comes to check on us. To see if we're okay.” I felt my father rubbed my back. “Aw, champ,” he told me. “...Maybe you're right.” Another hour or two passed, and together, my dad and I watched the stars come out. There were so many stars that night. I gazed up into their depths, and felt watched over by something big, mighty, and loving. *** While I, my mother, and my father lay on our picnic blanket on the grassy fields of Taejon Park, the sky continued to grow very dark. Deep blue clouds accumulated above our heads, so mighty and vast that they almost seemed to be leading up to a thunder storm... I had finished my sandwich, and I sat crossed-legged, gazing up hopefully. But nothing happened. I felt the cold breeze blow in my face and I could hear that the people in the park had fallen quiet. I turned around to check on my parents. My mother lay her head on my father's shoulder, the wind blowing her hair. My father held my mother's hand, and together they watched the skies dauntedly. “Such strange clouds...” said my mother. “Kind of menacing, huh?” My father nodded in agreement. “Yeah....they almost look solid, like a big layer or blanket or something,” he concurred quietly. They were silent for a long while. I turned around and gazed skyway faithfully. When my mother spoke again, I turned around once more. “Honey, I don't think they're coming tonight...” she said. My father cringed just slightly and then sighed. “Well, like they say, honey, there are no promises,” he replied. My brows came down in puzzlement. What did they mean they weren't coming? Surely they had to come soon! Before I could ask my mother and father what they meant, the woman from grand speakers spoke again with a familiar message. “Ladies and gentlemen, Children of the Century, we understand that the long awaited spectacle in the skies has not occurred tonight. We ask you to remember that there are no promises on the First of June, and anything is possible on this night. We will continue to monitor the skies for activity, and hope...that we just might be visited by our neighbors from the stars, yet...” I turned my hopeful eyes to the sky to see that the deep blue clouds were going strangely black. I had never seen a sky like this before, and I was uncertain as to what it meant. My mother cringed softly in puzzlement, looking skyward as well. She tightened her jacket around herself and folded her arms. “Looks like a storm might be brewing,” she said, the wind picking up speed and blowing her hair. “Nyah, who knows,” replied my father, tightening his jacket as well. “That is a weird sky though.” I gazed heavenward, bedazzled by the deepness of the mighty clouds. The black mists amidst the blue leviathans crept eerily, but beautifully, high over my head. I'll admit I was excited to behold the unusual activity. I kept my eyes open for silver bodies or colorful lights...but nothing happened. *** The earliest Christmas I can remember was that of my second year. The sun was not yet out when I awoke, but I distinctly remember that it was unusually bright outside... I climbed out of bed, which was low to the ground, and wandered alone through the hallway of our small, humble house. I felt something in the air around me. Something grand and quiet. Treading calmly, slowly, and peacefully, I found my way to the dining room. The blinds were shut so I could not see outside. I regarded the old chairs stationed round about our octagonal dining table, and I found that it was oddly laid out with a green table cloth and purple candles. I then turned around and found that an array of colorful lights were coming from inside the living room. Curious...I approached the living room entrance and walked inside. They were Christmas Tree lights. I had never seen a Christmas Tree before. I distinctly remember it being very tall and handsome, but my mother and father insist to this very day that it was small. It was a living tree, with its scent of pine filling the room with a homely incense. It was decorated with many lights, white, blue, green, red, and purple, and it was so bright it nearly lit the whole living room all on its own. I came around the tree and stood dazzled by its countless ornaments, each of which bared a special, individual theme. Among my favorites was a round ball with a window in it. It was just above my eye level and when I stood up to look inside it, I saw a wondrous sky with a bright star...and beneath the star were the children of many countries and nations, playing drums and dancing festively under the starry night. When I turned the ball around on its branch, I found a lofty inscription in green, embroidered by a drawing of a wreath. “Peace on Earth...Goodwill to all People...” I was too young to read, of course; I only ran my little fingers over the text, admiring its beautiful writing and embellishment. I turned my head just then to see my mom and dad sitting cozily together on our deep red sofa. Both had mugs of hot chocolate in hand. I distinctly remember my mother's night gown aglow in all the colors of the Christmas tree lights. My father wore cinnamon red pajamas, which I thought suited his smile and twinkling eyes too well. When my parents turned and saw me standing by the Christmas tree, my Mother gained a gleam in her eye. “Hey there, sunshine,” she whispered. “He's awake,” my father exclaimed with a grin. I turned to the fireplace for just a moment, and for the first time I saw a fire burning in it, giving the brick hearth a warm orange glow in the dimness of the Christmas morning. I heard my mother giggle. “He's like, 'What's all this?'” said my father. My mother stretched forth her angelic arm to welcome me. I came happily to them. I climbed onto the sofa and sat down snugly between my mother and father. I remember looking out the living room window and discovering that it snowed that day. The snow sparkled white like the stars in the sky, all under the shade of blue in the morning overcast. The snowflakes floated delicately from the heavens. The street lamps outside radiated a mellow, white light, causing the drifting snowflakes to come aglow with brilliance. I sighed as I sat between my mother and father and leaned back against the sofa. I admired the glowing Christmas tree, the hot fire in the hearth, and the blue, snowy neighborhood outside the living room window. I thought of all those children in the big, round spherical ornament, celebrating under the big, bright star. I felt that all was well... *** As we waited in Taejon Park and the night thickened all around us, I finally felt myself growing weary... I felt truly, very cold and the brisk breeze blew in my face. My jacket did not seem to give any warmth. I sat crouched with my arms crossed in front. I wondered how much longer we would be here. Were they coming? I gazed up at the skies, which seemed overshadowed by clouds. The clouds were black like soot, and they did not look pleasant. I was discouraged. Looking over my shoulder, I could see my mother watching the empty skies. Mist drew from her breath. Her eyes were sad. She too looked cold and weary. My father had his jacket hood over his head too keep warm. His eyes no longer shone but drooped with disappointment. His bearded face sagged. My mother sighed. “Long evening,” she said. “Yeah,” replied my father. I looked back up at the skies and watched as the looming, smoky clouds hung over our heads, blocking out the stars. “It's just probably one of those nights...” sighed my mother. My father was silent. He only gazed skyward. I thought I could see him shivering in his seat. I let my chin drop slowly, feeling the icy wind blow my hair. I too began to shiver. The beautiful voice of the woman rang out yet again... “Ladies and gentlemen, Children of the Century, we understand that the long awaited spectacle in the skies has not occurred tonight. We ask you to remember that there are no promises on the First of June, and anything is possible on this night. We will continue to monitor the skies for a little while longer, and if the solitude above us persists, we will announce the park closed...” With those words, I finally began to understand that something was wrong tonight. It finally came through to me that the spaceships were not going to appear. As I shivered, I fought against my inner conflict. I had to believe that my hours of anticipation were not in vane. I had to believe the spaceships would come... “Looks like some people are leaving...” said my mother. I looked out amidst the crowd gathered over Taejon Park to see families packing up their supplies, folding up their chairs and rolling up their blankets. I turned to another corner of the park to see others walking toward the park lot, bound for their vehicles. “What do you think we ought to do, honey?” I heard my father ask. I peeked over my shoulder to see my mother and father face each other. “Well, I don't know,” my mother replied. “It's been a long time.” She was quiet for a long moment and gazed up at the skies. The dark, smoky clouds floated over us steadily. “Maybe its just one of those nights,” my mother said again. “...Yeah,” said my father. I turned around, trying to keep warm in my jacket, but the air was so frigid that I was tempted to be home safe in my warm bed. But with childish faith I turned my eyes skyward again, fighting my heavy eyelids and dropping chin... “There will be other First of Junes...” my father added. “...You're right,” my mother responded with a slow nod. As I looked heavenward, I watched for what felt like an eternity, as the black, menacing clouds began to pass over. I spied a star or two over my head beyond the veil of the bright stadium lights, but other than that the sky was deep, dark and empty. “Oh well,” said my mother after what had felt like an eternity. “At least those awful clouds are gone now.” “Yeah...” sighed my father. “Good to see the stars again.” I looked over my shoulder in time to see my mother and father take hold of each other's hands warmly....They watched the skies together, and I could strangely see another kind of light in their eyes. It was almost as if they were admiring something else up there. Just then, the beautiful voice of the woman rang out yet again over the speakers. I felt her voice from the speakers vibrating against my chest and echoing over the hills and valleys and across the sky. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Children of the Century! We have detected a substantial amount of unusual activity coming in from the northwest! Please direct your attention toward the constellation Aquarius, where our readings are continuing to build! The stadium lights will now dim. Sit tight as we watch our celestial friends haunt our skies once more...as we remember the fears of our past...and persevere toward horizons anew!” With those vibrant words I felt my limbs warm. I lifted my eyes to the stars, feeling my young heart flutter with anticipation! I held my breath. The stadium lights slowly faded out, and ambient music began to play from the round-about speakers. I sensed the crowd on Taejon Park wake up in a similar way, as anticipation built up within us all. I saw many looking up toward a particular part of the sky. A cool, brisk wind began to blow... “Look!” exclaimed my mother! “Look, champ!” my father shouted, picking me up in his warm grasp and setting me on his lap. My mother directed my gaze with a point of her finger. “There!” she breathed. “There they are!” I turned my head to a high part of the black-indigo sky...and, amidst innumerable stars, I could see an arc of dozens of small, orange lights, which seemed roughly disc-shaped, floating high above the mountains! A smile found its way onto my face. I pointed out to the lights and shouted, “They're here!” “They're here, champ!” my father shouted with me. More orange lights manifested, making the wide breadth of the arc into a semicircle. If I looked harder, I could almost make out their entry from beyond the atmosphere. I wanted to say that I could see very, very minuscule lights floating in a helix-like formation under the semicircle, but I wasn't sure from their distance and altitude. The tiny orange discs were so luminescent together that I could see them lighting up the clouds with their glow, like flares. Then I began to notice something else...another arc was appearing below the semicircle. “Look!” I heard members of the crowd cry. “They're making another one!” shouted others. The wide breadth of the two semicircles was at least ten miles wide, and they kept at a safe distance, way over on the other side of the mountains! The disc-shaped lights seemed to bob up and down very subtly. The shape of the two semicircles was strange, reminding me of a funnel. If I looked especially closely, I could even see that the lights were slowly rotating in contrasting directions on the axis of the semicircles. I was dazzled, mystified, a little scared, and overall aflutter. Soon I began to notice, along with other members of the crowd, that the undersides of some of the orange discs were flashing blue. Their light was so bright that I could see their hue painted on the cumulus clouds behind them. Suddenly I heard one of the crowd members shout in the opposite direction, “Oh, look over there!” The crowd redirected their gaze to the southeast corner of the sky. My gaze followed after. I saw three very large and distinct shapes alight in the sky, hovering at a great altitude and keeping a safe distance away. In the center of their formation was a red-orange disc which shot a very straight beam of blue-colored light toward the earth. On its left side was a spherical mass whose metal body glowed with a baby-blue light. I noticed how I could clearly see the the saucer and the sphere mix light hues against the clouds. On the right side of the saucer was a triangular object, whose dark silhouette was easy to distinguish in the glow of the red disc and the blue sphere. Three very brilliant lights beamed like suns from the corners of the triangular shape, and a small red light pulsed underneath it. My fascinated eyes dared not blink. I shifted my gaze between the three large masses and the two semicircles—who by now were flashing together in two bedazzling rings of blue, red, and orange, like police car lights floating at amazing altitudes. “Looks like they're signaling us or something!” exclaimed my father amongst the excitement in the crowd. My mother chuckled magically. “...I wonder what it means...” she breathed in fascination. I turned my head to her, and I could see the glow from the brilliant objects shining and dancing on her face, as well as my father's! They lit up the silhouettes as every personage in the crowd for as far as I could see! The two semicircles of small discs remained with us for a few, short minutes longer, and I watched them as they flickered in a dazzling light show from where they levitated. Then their bodies turned to a bright, solid yellow once again and hung idle for a few seconds. I watched, then, as the two semicircles collapsed inward, and then, like a hundred little bolts of lightning, the yellow discs shot into the sky and vanished faster than the eye could blink, leaving us in the dimness of the night. I heard a sigh of wonder from the crowd. I turned around to see that the three very large objects—the saucer, the spherical, and the triangular—had also vanished. I never saw where they went. The ambient music died down. With that, the crowd clapped their hands together and cheered for the brilliant show of objects! I too clapped my hands, smiling with glee. “Did you see them, Champ?” asked my father. “Yeah!” I shouted. “They came!” “They came, huh!” exclaimed my mother to me. She turned around and sighed loudly, a sign that her heart was full. There was excited chatter amongst the crowd while we all sat in darkness. Then everyone quieted together and waited. Several members of the crowd made excited chatter, which was the only noise that broke the silence. The quietness loomed over us while I sat in my father's lap looking up at the stars, waiting to see if anything more would happen. The breeze blew softly in my face and I could hear it rustling the tall grass of Taejon park. My eyes searched the starry skies with anxious anticipation... After a few short minutes had passed, another phase of the spectacle began! In an instant, several rounded hemispheres materialized just a hundred feet directly above us! I heard startled gasps from the members of the crowd, but they were only followed by quiet laughter. The bodies of the hemispheres glowed with a bright golden light, and I could hear what sounded like an electrical buzzing from each one of them. The hemispheres looked at least ten feet in diameter, and were hovering over us in a perfectly synchronous formation. They moved together from south to north as they floated over us. Before even a minute had passed, they vanished, leaving us in darkness. I heard muttered, confused chatter in the crowd... Then the golden hemispheres manifested once more! They appeared to have moved a little since the last time we had seen them, but their formation remained constant. I could hear them buzzing and feel the vibrations tingling in my teeth. I gaped at their sights and tried to count them. One...two...three...four... But they disappeared mysteriously once again. I searched the skies, trying to figure out how they could manifest and vanish so uncannily. Then I heard a young member of the crowd gasp. “Look!” he exclaimed, pointing to the sky. “They're still there!” But I couldn't see them. I looked hard while I heard other members of the crowd exclaim they were still present. After I fixed my eyes and concentrated, I realized that the hemispheres were still floating silently above us. I could just make out their silvery metal shapes against the darkness of the night... They emitted their bright golden glow once again, and the electric buzzing from their light rang out! If I watched harder, I could even see that a dimmer light on the undersides of the hemispheres flickered from time to time, and I wondered what that meant. The light and buzzing from the golden hemispheres went out again. They reappeared one more time, but they had passed over the crowd and were floating away in the distance, as if they had picked up speed since the last time we could see them aglow. Their light went out again, and we saw no more of them. Quietness hung over us, except for the occasional excited chatter being exchanged. I sat on my father's lap while the minutes passed, scouring the stars for the next act... I glanced down at the members of the crowd to see many smiles and warm faces. I saw a young woman keeping warm in a blanket, with starlight reflecting off her glasses. An elderly man with a round face sitting in a fold up chair gazed at the stars—I could see deep, reflective memories of years past glowing in his eyes, and he seemed content with all things. In another corner of the crowd three children, some of them a little older than I was, sat on their picnic blanket together, merrily gazing at the sky and conversing playfully. It wasn't long before I began to feel a shadowy darkness begin to loom over us... The faces of the crowd turned around and looked up toward the south side of the park. I heard interjections of awe from many. My father turned his head around... “Whoa...” he said. “Honey, look at that!” I saw my mother turn her eyes. A cold breeze picked up from the south, blowing her air. “Oh, my gosh...” she uttered under her breath. I anxiously turned my head as well, and I saw it appear over the mountaintops: an enormous black triangle, the size of at least two football fields, cruising slowly and silently against the nightshade and the starlight. It had no lights nor any glow. It was faceless, disquieting. I held my breath, but watched in wonder. The huge black triangle approached the park, and I wanted to say it was steadily decreasing in speed. The closer it came, the more I also sensed a passive humming coming from the object. Soon it was directly over us! And there it came to a full stop and hung there in the sky, not moving an inch from its place. My eyes traced the triangle's dimensions. I could feel its heavy shadow darken Taejon Park and its steady humming making my bones vibrate. The massive vessel seemed to take the crowd's breath away, as it had mine. Not one member of the gathering spoke a word. I was certain I could feel a long, constant shudder from every member of the crowd. The triangular craft remained over us for a while longer. Soon, however, I watched it silently pick up speed and continue on its way, moving from the south to the north. I watched it go and saw it disappear over the mountaintops, and its humming went with it. I heard a sigh of relief and amazement exhale from the crowd. “Whoa...” exclaimed a few of the members in the distance. I regained my breath and looked up at my mom and dad. “That one was big!” I exclaimed excitedly. “It was big, huh,” said my mother with a smile. “Whew,” exclaimed my father, clasping his heart nervously. “That one just froze me.” My mother shook her head amazedly to the sky. “That's just it,” she said. “I couldn't move under that big, black thing!” My dad chuckled, bounced me once and held me on his lap more securely. Another minute or two and everyone in Taejon park had regained their composure. I heard pleasant voices and snacks being unwrapped. My eyes scoured the heavens yet again while my mouth hung open in thrill. But the next phase of this spectacular show did not appear from above... “Honey?” said my mother, posturing her head. “Yeah?” my father replied. “What are those?” she pointed to one of the hilltops surrounding the park. I looked in the direction she indicated. I could see very small lights coming over the hilltop, much like flashlights. I wondered if someone was coming toward us. But I did not see any personages behind the lights. I could even see some of them pulsing from dim to bright, much like beacons. They floated about like florescent insects, illuminating the grass on the hillside so brightly. “What are those?” asked my father. The lights approached the crowd, and I thought they were going to enter into our gathering! But the closer they drew, the more they decelerated. Music, playing from the background speakers, played a gentle, mysterious tune. Somehow, I felt as if the lights were watching me, much like eyes or cameras. I also had the befuddling, but very real sensation, that something was probing my mind and body and sensing how I was feeling...and maybe what I was thinking. It was unsettling, but underneath that probing sensation I thought I also sensed some concern from whomever was watching me, so I was not completely afraid. “Look,” breathed my father, pointing to the northwest corner of the park. “There's some over there too.” I redirected my attention respectively and saw several other orbs of light on the other side of the crowd, all floating and bobbing, and only some of them pulsing. But I quickly turned my attention back to the nearer lights. I just watched them...listening to the music playing from the park orchestra, noticing how their bright glow lit up the grass and other flora beneath them with a warm yellow glow. They did not come any closer, which I supposed was from their concern for my unsettledness with them. Even as a young child, I remember feeling a kind of rare and unique connection between myself and the lights... The orbs lingered for a short moment longer, and then I watched as they began accelerateing back the way they had come. They ascended, gaining speed with every second, and soon disappeared into the night sky. “I wonder what those were,” said my mother. “They almost looked like a bunch of eyes,” my father added. “I felt like I was being watched.” “Yeah,” breathed my mother. Just then, a voice from a young girl cried out from far on the other end of the crowd. “Oh, look over there!” she called. No sooner had we all turned our heads that I saw a very bright red light flash out in the sky like a flare! A triangular-star-shaped object came zooming out from the northwest corner of Taejon Park, with three blue lights on its three corners. I wanted to say I saw the blue lights exhausting a glowing blue emission, but it was hard to tell. Then a second object followed after it. It was shaped like a dumbbell with hexagonal plates on its ends. Each hexagonal plate had at least a dozen dark holes in it, which baffled me. The star-shaped craft circled around the gathering of the crowd, spinning on its axis like a top. A bright red light would sometimes flash on its underside, which was so brilliant that I had to wince my eyes. I turned my attention to the dumbbell shaped object, which hummed vibrantly. It too, spun on its axis, and it periodically shot what looked like a wide-beamed laser into the sky. “Whoa!” exclaimed a woman sitting next to us. “Look at that one!” She pointed to the northwest corner of the park, and my eyes followed her direction. It was then that I could see a very large egg-shaped vessel rising up out of the hillside. This object had an scarlet red exhaust underneath it, and its body was black with no other lights. It moved very slowly and floated at an extremely low altitude directly over the crowd like a shadowy balloon. At times I could see the red exhaust brighten and flicker like a fiery flame. While the star and dumbbell shaped object spun above the crowd, I watch the egg-shaped object come closer...and closer to where I was sitting with my mom and dad. It was going to pass right over me! My mouth hung agape and my eyes dared not blink! When the egg-shaped object finally came over, I looked up into the source of its exhaust and I could see many fiery red, pentagonal-shaped lights in a design that was much like a honeycomb. I could also feel the heat of the exhaust as it passed directly over my head! “Whoa!” exclaimed my dad, shielding his eyes with his arm. I watched the egg-shaped craft pass over the rest of the crowd, all the way over to the other side of the park. After that, it joined in formation with the other two objects, and zoomed into the stars. My father kept his hand over his brow. “There they go,” he said. “My gosh,” said my mother. “I don't think they've ever come so close to us before!” My father nodded in agreement, grinning to the stars. “Yeah,” he said. He held me closer to him. I soon realized that the air was much warmer than before. I almost didn't even need my jacket! The breeze was crisp and pleasant. But the act wasn't over yet. My mother's eyes winced in concentration. “My...” she began to say. “Oh my...” My father held onto my mother's arm. “You okay, honey?” “Yes I'm fine, but what is that?” She pointed to the north. When I looked I could see that the clouds were accumulating again, which came as a surprise to me since the sky had been clear only a few seconds ago. And above the clouds...something enormous was floating on the horizon. “Whoa...” my father stood breathless. “Look at that monster!” I could see it too. A gargantuan blimp-shaped vessel. Judging from the way the mist faded on the horizon, I had the impression that it was miles and miles away...but its round body was so huge that it seemed to reach up into the atmosphere widthwise! Its body was dark and reflective, seeming to mirror the stars, and the clouds underneath it. The only light it emanated was from three bright beacons on the undercarriage: one purple, one blue, one orange. It was hard to see the massive object moving, but I had a clear impression that is was chumming in the sky very slowly. “Wow...” said my father. Everyone in the park lay silent while we watched the metal giant. But even as we watched, the clouds were continuing to close in on us. Somehow, I felt a little wary watching as the clouds shielded our view from the blimp-shaped vessel. I wanted to know where the huge object was going to go. Suddenly my mother gasped. “Look, there's another one!” she exclaimed. “Where?” asked my father, holding me higher on his lap. “Behind it! It's way up there!” I turned my eyes way up to the stars and saw yet another gigantic blimp-shaped craft floating amidst the stars. I could not see it move, but I wanted to say it was cruising. “Oh my gosh, there's some more!” exclaimed a woman in the crowd. My father held me even higher, “Can you see 'em, champ?” he asked. I focused my eyes, and to my shock there were at least six or seven more huge blimps! “I see them!” I exclaimed. The mighty ships continued to storm the skies...but before we could see them leave, the clouds eventually over took our view from them! It was then I heard a loud boom and felt a great tremble! I jolted in my father's lap, startled! At the same time of the boom, I saw at bright yellow flash above my head. I heard brief cries of fright from the members of the crowd. I looked up toward the source of the flash, and for a fraction of a second I saw a v-formation a bright discs zip across the sky where the clouds had not yet covered us! At the same time I heard another boom from the sky, one so loud I felt it shake the earth! When I concentrated hard enough, I could even see one huge, silvery disc floating over us! “Look at that one!” shouted a young boy in the crowd. “It's at least a couple miles wide!” shouted an elderly man with a shocked face! Several more v-formations passed over us, each one followed by a sonic boom! Then there was silence. Darkness overcame us with the clouds looming in the sky, no lights in the park to light illuminate the surroundings. The orchestra had stopped playing. I took deep breaths. I could hear several interjections of awe from the members of the crowd. I couldn't see anyone in the dark, especially my mom and dad. But my father held me securely against him so I knew where he was, and I felt safe nevertheless. “That one was loud,” I said at last. My father laughed and I heard my mother do the same. “That was loud, wasn't it!” my mother said. “Yeah,” I said, feeling better. “You okay?” asked my mother pleasantly. “Yeah, I'm okay,” I replied. My parents laughed. Apparently I had said something in a cute tone. We were left in darkness for a long, long while. The breeze was blowing briskly and I could feel the air warming up. The orchestra remained silent. “I wonder what's going on,” said my mother. “Yeah, me too,” my father responded. “You think its over?” “I don't know. They haven't announced that it's over yet.” “Huh.” I waited. The minutes passed, but nothing happened. Then, the show continued. I could see something shining behind the clouds, dimly at first, but coming in gently. A bright white glow. The orchestra playing from the park speakers picked up again with a steady, calm tune. “Look, here comes another,” breathed my mother. I wanted the light to come closer so things wouldn't be so dark. It continued to close in on the park. Then I could see its shape manifest behind the mists of the clouds. Another enormous triangular craft, much like the solid black one that had flown over us from the south side of the park. But this one was mounted with ribbed designs of blue, square lights, along with three white ones on the inner corners, and several red and purple ones. I wondered if this was the same black triangle coming back the other way—only it had turned on its lights. Soon it emerged out of the clouds and cruised slowly and peacefully over the gathering. I felt happy and amazed. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was then that I noticed the triangle wasn't just coming closer: it was coming down! “Look at that,” a girl in the crowd breathed. “It's coming closer!” shouted a young boy. “Is it going to land?” asked another girl in the crowd. I watched with curiosity and anticipation as the black, lighted triangle moved closer! Just when I thought it was going to come down on us, it came to a full stop at a steady altitude, only a several dozen feet over our heads! I could see its blue lights lighting up many faces in the crowd, its three white lights glowing like the stadium lights in the park. I could also hear a very gentle, rhythmic humming from the great craft. It cruised very closely over us, but it did not come down any further. The triangular craft began a steady bank turn, and after spinning a full three-hundred and sixty degrees, it floated over our heads a second longer. Then it took off and continued on its way. I turned around along with my mother and father and watched as it accelerated into the clouds, and eventually it disappeared. The orchestral music died down. “Whoa...” breathed my dad happily. “That was too cool,” said my mother quietly. Everything felt and looked lighter then. It was as if my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could distinguish the mountains from the clouds. I was no longer afraid at all. Apparently, the members of the crowd felt the same way. They spoke happily and contently to one another. I heard occasional laughter and thrilled talk amongst one another, while we all waited for the next phase of the show. It was another long while before anything happened. But I was content and at peace... Then...after a few more minutes had passed... A brilliant pillar of snowy blue light blazed on a distant hilltop from Taejon park. At the same time the pillar shone, one of the members of the crowd stood straight up and pointed. “Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed in alarm! The whole crowd rose up in a commotion! “Look! There they are!” cried out an elderly man! I heard many shouts and interjections of shock and amazement! “Oh my gosh!” cried a young man, clasping his heart! “Oh my gosh!” Before I knew it, my father rose to his feet too, carrying me with him! “Champ, look!” he exclaimed, putting me on his shoulders. “Look! You can see them! You can see the E.T.'s!” He propped me more securely over his shoulders, and I looked out on the hilltop where the pillar of light shone down... Standing on the hilltop, shadowed in front of the pillar of light, were six or seven figures, shaped very much like personages. My mouth opened agape! A tremendous amount of excitement accumulated within me! The figures appeared to have slender, graceful features. Some of them stood on the hilltop, while others walked from one corner of the hillside to another. Many of them seemed short of stature, but I saw at least three who were giants! They were at least ten feet tall, maybe taller! Their posture, walk, and other movements seemed odd and baffling. But regardless, they were magnificent people... Everyone in Taejon Park cried out with bewilderment! I saw many covering their mouths in shock. One young man did the sign of the cross to himself. Many other parents were putting their children up on their shoulders so they could get a better look at the personages on the hilltop. A girl sitting on her father's shoulder's pointed to them. A young boy about my age sat gaping. Before even two minutes had passed, however, the pillar of light on the hilltop went out! A brief flash of orange light followed, and I thought I could see a large ball of light ascending into the clouds. The commotion in the crowd died down, but an air of shock still lingered... “My gosh...” uttered my dad, astounded. “I don't believe it!” He took me off his shoulders. “They've never done that before!” spoke my mother, sounding short of breath. “Did you see them, sweetie?” she asked me. “Did you see them, champ?” asked my father too. “Yeah!” I replied, pointing to the hilltop. “I saw them, standing way up there!” My father and mother laughed, suddenly aflutter. After regaining our composure, we sat back down together. The commotion in the crowd took time to subside completely. Many people kept looking for a sign or another glimpse of the personages again. Others remained seated in their chairs or on their picnic blankets. Everyone waited for the spectacle to continue, but it sounded like no one was able to forget the last performance! “The clouds look kind of bright,” said my mother at last. My father, who periodically bounced me on his knee, took a look around. “Yeah I think you're right,” he replied. “It's like...” my mother began, pausing. “Like we're by the city or something,” said my father. “But we're way up in the mountains.” He paused too. “There's definitely something making the clouds glow.” I noticed the phenomenon as well. All around us, the clouds were glowing with a dim light. I felt surrounded, but not too afraid. Then I caught sight of something flash behind the clouds. The orchestra played a mellow, mysterious number, which was calm and relaxing, but somehow chilly. The light flashed again, and my mother pointed to the sky. “Look at that,” she said, sounding calm as well. The light flashed several more times until, finally, the circular underside of a good-sized craft slowly lowered from the clouds. I could see two beams of yellow-green lights shooting from the sides of the craft. A belt of blue, intricate lights rounded the circumference of the object. Soon it emerged fully from the clouds and I could see that the craft had an over-all conical shape. I saw that the two beams of green light were pulsing from what looked like windows. The flash came from a bank of small lights underneath it, which would flicker like lightning occasionally. The craft made a noise that sounded like a steady humming, but not one from an electrical vibration. The noise was difficult to distinguish, but it was somehow ominous, and it was accompanied by a very quiet ringing. The cone-shaped craft descended even further out of the clouds, shining four bright white lights on its sides. At the same time the park music played a lofty, ethereal number. The craft slowly approached us, and at times it would lean back and bob and sway in the sky. Then it would come toward the crowd again, careful and without threat. My eyes watched the beautiful object as it spun on its axis, moving to the east of the park. I could see it had a total of three large windows, and I had the impression that the windows had been made with a voronoi design—their glass had tessellated pattern. Then the lights changed color! The belt of blue lights changed to red and the green light from within the windows pulsed blue. “Oh, look at that...” said a member of the crowd. The object stopped just over a far hillside from the gathering in Taejon Park. Then it changed course and floated west. Its colors of its lights changed once again: the windows pulsed hot pink, the belt of lights changed to violet. I just then noticed that the tone of its humming also changed every time its lights changed color. After it had floated west, it changed course yet again, cruising back to the east. But it had only traveled a few yards before it stood stationary, perfectly still in the air. It was almost scary to see such a thing just hanging in the sky, not moving an inch from its place. The lights changed color several more times while it hung. Before long, however, it began swerving about in the air, and then it took off at a mercurial velocity back into the clouds! But just before we thought the act was over, the clouds began to dissipate directly over us, faster than natural. Soon we could see the stars again. The park orchestra phased into another calm tune, with stringed instruments and a choir synthesizer. I looked up at the stars, listened to the music and thought of heaven and the angels. The clouds continued to clear...and thats when I saw the most unusual and spectacular sight yet! There was an enormous moon in the sky: a silvery white sphere, passing over us at a star-level altitude! “Oh my gosh!” breathed my father. No one, not anyone in the crowd could speak at this spectacle! The moon ship spun on its axis very fast. I could see creases on its body and two rows of stitched lights trailing around it. It was like a huge baseball spinning in the sky. I was awe-induced; afraid, but also in love! But before even a whole minute had passed, the moon ship redirected its course in orbit and began spinning the other way. It moved in a figure eight, high in the sky and then took off into the deep! That moon-sized ship shrunk into nothingness in the sky, and within the blink of an eye, it was gone. My mother flashed a full-hearted grin, shaking her head in bewilderment. My father chuckled to himself, also shaking his head. “That was fantastic,” he said. I felt my eyes keeping wide open. I searched the stars for the next act, believing anything was possible now. For the longest moment, however, we only saw the stars. I scoured the unfathomable skies, my young mind not caring how far they were from us. For all I knew, the stars could be very close, closer than I thought. I wondered where our celestial neighbors were from. Which star, what planet were they visiting us from? What was it like there? I wished I could go with them someday to visit. After this whole night, I felt a connectedness with something bigger than myself. Even as a young child, I was able to connect with the stars in a rare and sublime way. My father smiled. “The stars are pretty tonight,” he uttered. “Yeah,” my mother responded. She tucked her knees in with excitement. “It makes me want to travel to them,” she continued with a grin. She glanced at my father, and he returned her glance. “I wish they would take us to where they lived!” my mother said. “I wish that so badly right now!” My father looked back up at the stars. “Yeah,” he said, sharing in her excitement. “Maybe someday that's what they'll do,” he continued. He and my mother were quiet for a long while. We all watched the stars together, feeling the cool crisp breeze blow in our faces. “It's nice,” said my father. “Nice that we human beings have friends up there.” My mother sighed. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Ever since the First of June...the Earth doesn't feel so cold. The universe doesn't feel so lonely anymore...” Suddenly, a bright orange light flashed along the horizon, so big and so bright that it lit the park like the dawn! We all turned our attention to the west. “Whoa!” said the mother. “Looks like the big one's coming up!” “Yeah...brace yourself,” said my father. I kept my eyes pealed, watching the west for the greatest and most fantastic act yet. Another flash boomed behind the horizon! I heard many a “whoa” from the crowd. I saw several more flashes peek from behind the mountaintops. A brilliant orange glow accumulated a distance away from us. Then I saw the finale of wonders! Materializing in the sky, fading in out of thin air, was a phenomenal spacecraft, a creation so magnanimous it dwarfed everything we had yet seen! A huge, metal dome sitting atop multiple layers of discs. The dome was elongated in height, and its base was too wide to describe in words! I pointed eagerly to the humongous ship, but all I could do was hold my breath! Not only was the enormous craft amazingly materializing out of nowhere, but it was coming closer! That monster was approaching Taejon Park! It's size was so colossal that I was in disbelief. I could see the horizon underneath it blur out like a mirage! It came closer, spinning like a tornado bound straight for us! I did not breathe at all! My mouth would not utter a sound! The mighty vessel was the queen of motherships! A god! The closer it came, the more I came to realize how fast it was moving! The ship was closing in on us much faster than the sonic boom! By the time it was nearly a hundred miles away, I could see the dome of the craft rising so high that it went into the stars! I could not see its top since it was already so close! When it was beginning to pass directly over us I could feel the whole planet quaking tremendously! The enormous vessel spun over our heads, so large and massive and overwhelming that I saw many in the crowd duck and cover their heads and just tremble! I felt my father holding me tightly. My mother came in a joined us. But we were not crushed or swept away in the wake of the powerful giant. Instead, the vessel slowed down both along its trajectory and in its axial spinning. I felt the Earth's shaking subside to a mellow rumbling. I looked up as the storm of the magnificent, beautiful craft floated over Taejon Park...and saw a spectacle I would never forget! The undercarriage of the mighty ship was a dazzling world of lights and complexes! Ring after ring and row after row, pattern after pattern of lights and shapes embellished the mighty ship! I knew I could have gazed at the overwhelming ship for days and I would not be able to even come close at counting all the infinite patterns beneath the craft! I saw spires longer than I could comprehend from almost every corner of the ship, with lights along their sides and at their ends! At times I could see the yellow lights on these spires wink down all the way down to their tips! Toward the center of the great ship I saw two wide rings of bright, rectangular lights, glowing with a creamy white light. The breadth of the rings was so huge that they must have been twenty miles wide each—or so I'd image! In the very center of the great ship, I saw what looked like an intricate mechanism of hundreds of elevators, all bathed in a scarlet red light. I could see the minute chambers rising up and coming down, and I dreamed of being taken up into the heart of the glorious mothership with my astral friends! The whole underside of the mighty ship swam and oozed in a sea of lights! The heat was amazing, and I felt a gale of stormy, hot wind blowing my hair and the grass with the force of a hurricane! The lights illuminated the park with an incandescent, surging white glow! Even as a young child, my heart was full, my body was immortal, and my spirits were in ecstasy! I knew, with all my heart and soul, that the very crux of what we, as a human race, had learned on that fateful day on the First of June was that there were forces in the universe much bigger than us! Not everything in this universe was chaotic or cold or cruel! There were powers far surpassing us that were good, rhythmic, reasonable, symmetrical, and loving! We had wondered for thousands of years if this was so. Now we actually knew! We finally knew! The great craft lingered over us, shaking the planet and scorching the park with its warm brilliance! Then, it began to spin faster, accelerating onward! It began to rise into the stars—and I distinctly remember feeling as if I were being pulled along with it! As if one day soon, I would travel to the heavens and get my chance to be with them...I so truly believed that. The great mothership accelerated into the sky, that colossal, beautiful monster! It was joined by hundreds of its children spaceships, and I watched them all go home. Leaving Taejon park to the beauty of the stars... I breathed a sigh of bewilderment! I looked up at my mother's face, and my father's face, and I had never seen two human beings smile brighter, fuller, and so alive! Just then the orchestral number strummed up again with something dreamy, beautiful and exhilarating. The woman's voice rang out one more time from the park speakers. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Children of the Century! Tonight, we have witnessed and experienced the extraordinary company of our celestial neighbors, the very beings to whom we owe our lives and our eternal friendship! On this First of June, we have seen the wonders of a creature with whom we as a race can never hope to equal! However, there is something yet mightier than our siblings from the stars: One Force without any equal, One Power without limitation, One Fountain of Life and Meaning, One Universal Spirit of Love! As we leave Taejon Park tonight and depart for home, we sleep safely and soundly as children in the arms of this Love! Ladies and Gentlemen, Children of the Century...Godspeed!” The whole crowd in the park stood up and cheered, clapping their hands and crying out bedazzled! I too, clapped my hands, laughing magically. My father bounced me on his knee and my mother lay her head over mine, smiling brightly! After the cheering, the stadium lights came back on, and I watched as the members of the crowd rose up and packed their items, folding up their chairs, and rolling up their blankets. The First of June was over... My father passed me over to my mother, who held me and kissed me... *** After we had taken the time to fold up our own chairs, roll up our picnic blanket and pick up our trash, I walked hand in hand with my mother and father back through the grass to the parking lot. My father popped open the trunk and we put away our belongings. “I can't believe we're going home to our 'normal lives,'” exclaimed my mother, opening the passenger door. “I know!” chuckled my father, closing the trunk door. “This is too weird!” My mother patted my back and I climbed into my booster seat. She buckled me up, and then I saw her look up at the stars and put her hands on her hips, the wind blowing her hair. “Think they'll do something that big again?” she asked my father. My father stood by her and put his arm around her shoulder. She did the same to him. “Oh, they're bound too...” my father replied. “Who knows. Maybe next time they'll take us for a ride...” They stood watching the sky for a short moment, while the car lights trailed down the park road, homeward bound. Finally, my father took his place in front of the steering wheel and my mother took the passenger seat up front. My mother turned around in her seat, giddy as a child and wide awake at the late hour. “Wasn't that fantastic, champ?” she asked. I smiled and all I could do was nod. Words could not describe the experience... My father buckled his seat belt, adjusted his mirror and backed out carefully into the street. We began our long journey home. While we drove, I could not fall asleep! My mind danced with images of the ships of light, the sights I'd seen, the things I'd felt, the sounds I'd heard, the feelings I'd experienced. We drove quietly out of the mountains. I felt the breeze from the air conditioner, the clicking of the car lights, and the rumbling of the car's motor. All while I leaned my head to the side of the car and gazed out the window. I watched the sky, and was soon dreaming of the spaceships floating aglow in the heavens... Tweet
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