During the early 1950s we lived in Southern California, I was probably 7 or 8 years old at the time.
The address where we lived was on Downing Street, a brand new housing project in Palm Beach.
My father was a career Marine, which is why we were in that part of the country.
I was in the back yard playing, my mother was hanging clothes on the line.
We both noticed several bright lights high in the sky.
As I recall it was late morning and since I was home at the time I can only assume it was summer.
No school or I wouldn't have been there.
All we could see were the lights, no shapes were seen.
They flew a bit erratic, up and down motion, and not in a straight line.
I remember asking my mother what they were and I remember her saying:
Oh, nothing to worry about.
At that young age I had all the faith in the world in my parents and always took their word as exactly that.
I went back to playing and that was all there was too it.
I have reviewed all your postings from the early 1950s and have seen nothing similar to what we witnessed.
Even though it's been 50+ years, I can still see those lights and remember that day like it was yesterday.
Even though it was nothing to worry about.