My family and I were at my parents’ house – the house I spent most of my childhood (we moved there in 1973). It was in the afternoon (recently – the weather was crisp like this morning) and my Dad, husband, son and I were outside in the front yard while my daughter and Mom were inside the house. I’m not sure what we were doing exactly but there was a lot of activity in the street, which is unusual because my parents live in a rather quiet housing development. The three of us looked up to the sky and saw a strange cloud formation. It wasn’t very large but it looked rather odd.
Dad was the first to realize what it was. “Oh, it’s a helicopter.”
But it was flying really low, so low that we could read the writing on the side of it.