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  • I remember this day almost down to the most intricate detail. For me, it was a great day. It was nearing night time, at this time i lived in these apartments; regardless of it's reputation, I loved living there (that is a whole other story), these apartments were across from El Captain High school and the Rodeo.

    It was a day like any other, push off my homework until the last possible minute, instead, mingling with my neighbor's and friends, maybe toss the football with my dad, maybe swim..

    School was nearing end, summer was soon to begin, the summer vibe, though, was already present.My dad was barbeuing; ribs, i think.As expected he shared with not only my mom, sister, and I, but also our neighbors.

    The adults were getting drunk, most of them, the kids running around doing whatever it is they pleased.

    I went inside my room, avoiding my homework still; when i opened the blinds and saw i speck of flying light that resembled a cliche' u.f.o. description.

    I immediately rushed outside, down the stairs, and told my dad, he was hesitant, but curious, so he walked towards the entrance of the apartments and looked onto the night sky until he spotted what i was describing.

    Soon enough, word spread, people walking along the sidewalk stopped in their tracks to gaze up and wonder at the mystery of the flying saucer.It appeared on the news. It was strange, magnificent, mystifying. Almost sounded too good to be true. But how could it be it was right in front of your eyes; right?














    All of this excitement had distracted everyone from the fact that it was April 1st.....
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