I held the basketball in my hands. Another free throw. Where other sports I excelled, 5th grade hoops was more difficult. I hoisted the ball, steadied myself, and aimed for the center of the rim. To my right, just above the treeline, a glowing orange disk appeared. It traversed the sky without a sound and paused, hovering overhead. "What is that?" I thought. "It must be the sun. The sun doesn't move like that." Ran the conversation as my mind tried to grasp what I was seeing. And then I blinked, long and slow, and a period of darkness, that lasted how long I cannot say for sure. How can so much time be inside the blink of an eye? The next moment I was aware of my surroundings the basketball was no longer in my hands. I looked to my left and saw it laying in the grass. "Huh?" I wondered. I looked back again to the craft in the sky. It hovered for a few moments more and then flew slowly across the field. When it reached the treeline on the other side, it shot at sharp angle into space and was gone.