When I was six years old, I sat with my friend Kevin on his jungle-gym in his backyard at night and stared up at the sky.  It was a very brisk evening with little humidity, and the light pollution from the nearby highway took only a small portion of the horizon out of view.  It was the best night sky I've ever seen in suburbia in my conscious 25 years.  We spent I don't know how long staring into space, but for some reason that night every blinking ball of light on an airplane or any other airborne object was to me a UFO.