Heya. Thanks for taking my call. This happened fifty-eight years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. And I can tell you with absolute certainty, some things you just don't forget, you know? I was fourteen years old, a Form Two student at Westall High School in Melbourne. Wednesday, April the sixth, 1966. The day before Easter holidays were supposed to start. We were all thinking about two weeks off, about chocolate eggs, about anything except school. And then something happened that changed the way I see the world. It was around quarter past ten in the morning. I was in my science class with Mr. Arthur Graham. Nice bloke, the science teacher, very logical, very by-the-book. We were doing some lesson I couldn't tell you about now because of what happened next. This Form One girl, younger than us, she comes bursting through the door, absolutely hysterical. She's shouting that there are flying saucers outside, flying saucers on the oval. Mr. Graham, he got cross with her at first, told her to settle down. But the other kids in my class, we were already craning our necks at the windows, trying to see what she was on about.
And I can tell you with absolute certainty, a few minutes later the recess bell rang, and Mr. Graham, being the science teacher and all, he said we should go have a look. So we went outside, and I'll never forget what I saw. There was this object in the sky, moving towards a patch of bushland we called The Grange, just south of our school. It was silver, or maybe grey-white, and it was shiny, metallic looking. It was shaped like an upside-down bowl, round with a sort of dome on top. About the size of one or two motorcars, I'd say. And it was close. So close. As low as the tops of the gum trees, as low as the football goal posts on our oval. dad told me about this exact thing, he worked near Moorabbin back then - Evan' The thing that really got me was the silence. There was no sound coming from it at all. No engine noise, no whooshing, nothing. It just glided through the air like it was sliding on glass. By now there were maybe a hundred kids on the oval, and more pouring out of the buildings every second. Two of the PE classes had already been outside when it first appeared, fifty or so students and their teachers. Miss Jennifer Moore, she was a New Zealand lady who taught physical education, she was probably the first adult to spot it. Her students were screaming and pointing, and she was trying to gather them up and get them back inside.
The object, it didn't fly like anything I'd ever seen. It would hover in one spot, then suddenly it would just appear somewhere else, hundreds of metres away, like it had blinked out and back in again. It went up, it went down, it tilted on its side. The speed was impossible. We lived under the flight path to Moorabbin Airport, which was only about four kilometres away. We knew what planes looked like. We knew what they sounded like. This was nothing like that. And then, as if things weren't strange enough, five small aircraft appeared. They looked like Cessnas, the kind you'd see doing training runs out of Moorabbin all the time. But these planes weren't heading to the airport. They were flying low, right towards the object, like they were chasing it. Every time they got close, the object would just flit away, as if it was playing cat and mouse with them. The planes couldn't match its speed, couldn't match its agility. They were left behind like they were standing still. And then the object descended behind the pine trees at The Grange and disappeared from our view.
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