I am new here on this forum, and this is my first post. I'll start off by saying I was born in 1947, a little more than a month after the Roswell UFO crash event. I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, and grew up in, and have lived most of my life in the Los Angeles, California area. I now reside in the great state of Texas.
I have chosen a particular UFO picture as my avatar symbol because it looks like, and reminds me of, the UFO that I saw when I was a boy of 12 going on 13 on July 4th weekend, 1960 at Mt. Palomar, in southern California.
Here is a full recounting of my sighting: it was a 'daylight disc' sighting at close range, which falls into Dr. Hynek's classification of "Close Encounter of the First Kind". The object was solid, clearly shiny silver metallic, the classic "flying saucer" shape, and moved very slowly, about 20 feet above the 80-foot pine tree tops near the Strawberry Flats campground about halfway up the road to the Mount Palomar Observatory, which my family visited, later the same day.
My family in our family car, a 1956 Ford Country Sedan station wagon, reached the campground after dark the night before, a Friday, and I had my sighting between 7 and 7:30 AM on Saturday, of July 4th weekend in 1960.
The object was a disc-shaped craft with a domed top, which I first noticed as a result of being the first one to awake in the morning, got out of my sleeping bag, and needed to go to the outhouse. Afterward, I heard the rushing water of a nearby creek and decided to go find it and get a drink of fresh mountain spring water from the stream. After doing that, which involved crossing the road and going about 100 yards or so from our campsite, down the mountain side, I looked up and saw the morning star, Venus, shining in the clear morning mountain blue sky. I turned around and heard a noise like a motor whining at high speed, very faint at first, but the noise grew in volume until it was like the level of a truck passing by.
Then I caught sight of the craft, which I at first assumed to be an airplane or helicopter, at first appearing as some gleaming shiny silver metal reflecting the sunlight through the faraway treetops. I came to a clearing with some large granite boulders, where I could get a better look at the object, and it suddenly came into full view, accompanied by the noise like a turbine engine. I was so startled and shocked by what I saw, that I nearly fell over with my mouth open!
The object's outer edge appeared to be spinning at a high rate of speed, and it had no lights. I was so scared, I hid behind the nearest large tree trunk. I was by myself, cut off from my family, and very frightened.
Then as I beheld the object, flying at a low rate of speed above the tall pines across the clearing from me, about maybe 100 yards from me, it was flying upwards toward the observatory on the summit of Mount Palomar.
The object appeared to be about 60 feet in diameter, about 12 to 20 feet in vertical dimension at its center, and I could see three dark openings on its lower side which I assumed were probably depressions for landing gear to deploy from, or for lights to shine down at night, or perhaps both?
It was the color of bright brushed stainless steel, very shiny and silvery, but not reflective like chrome. I was thinking of the brushed stainless steel I had seen on late-1950s Cadillacs, or a stainless steel pot, something like that.
At its nearest to me, I could discern the sounds the object made were two combined into one: a high-pitched whine with a low pulsating hum. And at its nearest to me, the sound now seemed like it was inside my head, between my ears, as well as coming from the object. Then the sound began to alternate from inside my head to coming from the object. Very strange!
I watched the object until it was at last lost from my view beyond the trees in the distance, then I high-tailed it up that mountain trail from the creek back to the campground, and excitedly told my family all about it.
As I crossed the road toward my campsite, I saw a man driving by in an early-1950s Chevy pickup truck, looking like he had seen a ghost! He was just staring straight ahead with a blank look on his face, like something had really scared him. He must have seen the UFO also!
My Dad thought I was making the whole thing up, but my mother believed me. My two brothers just looked at me and scratched their heads, and my sister thought I was just being a weirdo.
Later that day around noon, we all got into the car and Dad drove us up to the Mount Palomar Observatory where we saw the huge 200-inch telescope. There was an astronomer there, and I asked him if anyone had reported anything strange like a flying saucer, and he said yes, some people had said they saw something strange in the sky and got in their cars and left in a hurry, before he could ask them for details. Then I told him what I saw, and he said "Maybe you should report it to the authorities, son. It might be important!"
After we returned home from our camping trip, we called the newspaper, and they didn't want to run my story, but they gave me the phone number of the U.S. Air Force, but since it was a toll call, my Dad wouldn't let me call the number. However, a few days later, my mother finally relented and called the Air Force, and they took our names and address and said they would mail me an official UFO sighting report form. My mom helped me fill it out, and we sent it in to the Air Force, where they put it into the database of Project Bluebook some time in 1961.