Well, I know that most people won’t admit that they’ve seen a U.F.O., because they’re afraid that someone will call them a ‘crackpot’, or ‘wierdo’. Well, I’ve decided that I don’t care what people think.I saw my 1st ufo, when I was only 8 years old, in salt lake city utah.About 1963. There was a barbeque at my grandma’s house, a sort of send off party. Her and my grandpa were leaving for merced california. They’d be gone for two years or more. My grandpa was an architect and they were going to merced to build a mall. Anyway, after the party/barbeque, everyone grabbed an item from the patio to take into the house. My uncle Glen Carter and I were the last to go in. He had a couple folding chairs under each arm & I had a big bowl of dip to take in. Suddenly, I was aware that we weren’t walking in the back door, instead we were standing on the patio, looking up at an object in the sky, just over the neighbor’s yard. We just stood there looking at it. Not saying a word, for what seemed like an eternity. Then we turned at the same time, walked into the house, where the party had moved because it was getting dark outside & we never said a word about what we had just seen.It was twenty years later, that I even remembered the thing in the air.But I can see it clearly in my memory. As if it was yesterday. The thing looked like our bell shaped space capsules, but it was just hovering above the yard next door, not moving. The whole thing glowed, like a fluorescent light. There were two rope like tubes of light, undulating around the capsule like they were alive. The ropes were red and green. And it was HUGE!Twenty years later, when I told my family about this sighting, they looked at me like I was nuts. I have seen other ufo’s in my fifty plus years, and was hesitant to tell anyone, for fear I’d become the family nutcase. Well, it seems that the ufo’s had nothing to do with the fact that my family already thinks I’m a nutcase, for being psychic. But that has nothing to do with this story. The second time that I saw a ufo, I was also at the same house,in 1969, reading a book on the front porch, when I saw something hit the top of the mountain and sort of ricochet back up into the sky. I even saw dirt fly from the impact. That was when I was about 13. The next time was many years later,in 1979. I was sitting on the back of my car, after a hot july night’s jam, and I saw something darting around in the sky like a firefly. But this was no fire fly. It was up in the stars. Moving back and forth, faster than anything I had ever seen move before. I ran into the house to get everyone to come outside to see what I had just seen. They came out and confirmed that I wasn’t nuts. They saw the thing too. It was moving back and forth between the stars. Like it was looking for something. Then, many years later, I was in the desert with my son and husband, where we were going to camp. It turned out to be a rainy day, and were all going to sleep in the Willey’s. Well, about an hour after we climbed in the jeep, we were laying there looking through the windows toward the sky. The starry sky was awesome. Suddenly I saw something going back and forth through the starscape, like a firefly,again. I pointed it out to my son and husband. They saw it too. We just laid there watching it go back and forth in the night sky. That was in 1993, in the utah desert, in Millers Canyon. A year later, also in Utah, My son, my boyfriend and I were driving around in the desert, by Dugway Army Base. We’d played in the desert all day and were going home. It got dark quickly, and my boyfriend Randy, had got quite drunk, and had fallen asleep. We were all crammed into a little Nissan truck. Me driving and my 10 yr. old son in the middle. Randy was passed out. I drove around the desert for what seemed like hours and was almost out of gas. I was frantic and was trying to wake up my boyfriend to tell me which way to go. I couldn’t wake him up, it was useless. I was about to start cyring from frustration, when my son said: “Follow that light, mommy, it looks like it knows where to go.” He was pointing to a single light in the sky, right in front of me. I’d never seen the light til now. For some reason, I did follow that light, and it took me to my driveway in Magna, Utah. I couldn’t believe it. When I pulled into the driveway, and got out of the car, the light was right above us. It was morning now, daylight.But the light was still above us as we all got out of the truck and went into the house. When I looked back for it, it was gone.