My father worked for a boat company as a mechanic, so we would always go with him on school holidays to his workplace and out for breakdowns. It was a great life back then, just cruising around on the waters in Sydney and out to the heads.
One day we were out, and we had docked for lunch. There were four of us, including my dad. As siblings always do, we were arguing about fish and chips or hamburgers. I lost, and my sister said we were having fish, so I sulked and stayed on the boat while my two sisters and Dad went for the food.
I was laying at the back of the boat in the sun, feeling relaxed, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something flashing. I sat up, and above the hills, I saw this shiny object moving erratically. I watched it sort of sway back and forth, and it didn’t look like a plane to me. I was quite young, and it looked, as I described to my father, like a very shiny silver upside-down butter plate. It must have been there for about two minutes maybe, and it seemed to crash behind the hills.
When my family came back with the meal, I was beside myself telling my dad about something that had crashed. He was quite upset and was seeing if there was any smoke coming from there, but there was nothing. At the time, I had never heard of a UFO. It was all forgotten quickly, and no one seemed to believe me but Dad.
