One day, after reading articles about possible visits to Earth by aliens, in my memory surfaced, having completely forgotten the picture of the child. Weird picture…
I was five, and I’m sitting on the field in a hut made of corn stalks. It was in Kyrgyzstan, where my parents lived. Suddenly I see over our garden near the hut drops the big ball. He fell to the ground, still plowing. Then the ball opened slice, like watermelon, down a small ladder, and a woman came out. Behind her stood a man, but he remained in the office.
“Hold out your hands”, — said the woman. She was referring to a very good, young, high. Dressed as her companion, in a silvery jumpsuit that glittered in the sun, blonde hair stretches to her shoulders, blue eyes. I was sitting at the entrance to the tent, and willingly stretched out his hands. For some reason I wanted to laugh. She, too, smiled kindly. And all the more I don’t remember anything.
But mom I didn’t say anything about it. There was some feeling that maybe led to believe that is not necessary to tell.