Alien craft downed by Air Force in field alien in top of burning tree one exiting the craft.The craft was in the field at the end of Vance Lane, the short street we lived on.
It was close to the ground and stayed stationary by means of sparks to the ground.
A very tall, narrow pine tree was on fire close by with what appeared to be a small child atop.
Impossible.
A round disk shape lowered with another coming to the ground, that was the only light from the disk opening.
My little brother tried to go over the fence.
He wanted to go in and my older brother pulled him back, tearing his clothes to keep him from going.
Men from Maxwell AFB were there also.
I could not keep my eyes open to see or know anything else.
No memory of this the next day except my little brother who wanted to read something about it in the paper.
He just found a small fire article .
My little brother could read as an infant and mathematical formulas, not taught, just knew.
When we all awoke that night at 1:00 a.m., in unison, no words spoken, climbed out window and to the field as though we were guided.