I saw a UFO but I don't remember seeing it.
(Former Long Islander)
This happened in 1956. I was seventeen years old, my brother was 20. We had a guest, a young man who was about 20. Our home was in Greenport. We went to a local golf driving range one evening. The drive wasn't too far, but I don't know what town it was in.
He said that a group of very bright lights had come down from above and rested on the range, then lifted up and away.
He said that he then asked us: "Did you see that?" and that we both said "Yeah! What the heck was it?" or some such thing. My brother said that by the time we left the range, he was the only one of the three of us who had any recollection of the touchdown or of our conversation about it.
My brother never mentioned anything about the ufo until years later. I asked why he waited so long to mention it, and I don't remember his exact words, but the drift was that it was very unpleasant to talk about it. He wasn't given to telling tall tales. He was an engineer, loved mathematics, liked things logical and light-hearted.
I guess this just didn't compute, and that was what gave him the creeps.