At first the silver disk was stationary.
As it moved across the sky, it moved so rapidly, it could not have been man made.
I was walking South on Sharonwood Ave NW at Noon on a clear, sunny day, and the sky had a few white fluffy clouds against a bright blue sky.
In front of me about 20° above the horizon and slightly to the left of center was a stationary silver object, cigar shaped, if cigar is fatter at the center.
I studied it carefully for some time, but in retrospect my guess is for about 2 or 3 minutes, though it seemed longer than that.
An airport was about 8 miles North, so at first I assumed it might be a plane flying directly at me, making it appear stationary, or away from me, but it didn't move at all, and it didn't get larger or smaller.
It was very smooth looking with no markings, windows, or protrusions such as a wing or a tail.
I was only 12 or 13 years old at the time, but I didn't really think I was seeing a flying saucer, nor had I seen or read anything prior that would make me think along those lines.
The stillness of the object is what puzzled me, so I concentrated carefully thinking the stillness had to be an illusion, and it would soon give itself away, and I'd be able to tell what it really was.
Then it began to move to my right and slightly upward.
I didn't know how far away it was, but I was guessing a mile or less.
It was at this moment I was convinced immediately I had seen something outside of man's technology.
The speed at which it moved convinced me.
It moved so quickly and without noise or any appearance of accelerating, it just moved quickly.
I only got to see its movement for maybe 20° or 25° horizontally and slightly upwards because it went behind a white fluffy cloud.
I expected to see it come out on the other side of the cloud, but it did not, it was gone.
Another peculiar thing about this story is how vividly I remember it.
I'm 61 years old now, and have never seen anything remotely like what I saw that day, and I can still remember it all very much like remembering what I was doing the moment I learned of Kennedy being shot.
I told my mother what I saw, but there was something about her response, though she was very supportive, that made me not tell anyone else for many years.
I just couldn't expect anyone to believe me, yet I know what I saw, what I've described here.
My reason for reporting it now is that TV shows on the subject have shown people describing what I described, so perhaps the center will have other people reporting they saw it too.