Once, after reading an article about possible visits to Earth by aliens, a completely forgotten picture from childhood came to my mind. A strange picture …
I am five years old, and I am sitting in a field in a hut of corn stalks. It was in Kyrgyzstan, where my parents lived then. Suddenly I see a large ball falling over our garden not far from the hut. He dropped to the ground, froze on the arable land. Then a slice opened in the ball, like a watermelon, a small ladder descended, and a woman came out. A man stood behind her, but he remained in the apparatus. “Stretch out your hands,” the woman told me. She looked very kind, young, tall. She was dressed, like her companion, in a silver jumpsuit that gleamed in the sun, blonde hair stretched over her shoulders, blue eyes. I sat at the entrance to the hut and willingly stretched out my hands. For some reason I wanted to laugh. She, too, smiled kindly. And that's all - I don't remember anything else.
But I didn’t tell my mom about it. There was a feeling, perhaps inspired, that there was no need to tell.