BlankI lived in a very small town at one point in my life. I was in the 7th grade and the only heat we had was a wood heating stove and my parents were out cutting wood. The area we lived in (loosely called a ranch) was a battle ground at one point in history. We were always finding arrowheads, chips and grinding stones and bowls. On this night I was in the bedroom, I had my back to the window, when I felt someone looking at me. I turned around very quickly and saw a white shape, non threading looking back at me. I thought that was a strange thing because that person had to be very tall because the window was high and the house was 5 feet off the ground. Now this only took a moment before the person starting leaving. I raced to the window to see which was he went (how I knew it was a he, I don't know how but I knew). I ran into the living room to tell my brother and looked out the living room window. There he was about 10 feet away and about 5 feet off the ground. He seemed to be floating toward my parents. I ran out the door, I don't know what I thought I could do, he turned back and looked at me then disappeared. I knew he was a native, but he didn't seem upset or hostile just curious. Of course being part Native he may have decided we belonged there. Whitewolf, IBSSG When I think of the Creator of all things My heart has wings