It began when I was 12 years old and I was walking through the woods outside of my village in upstate New York. I was following a trail through the woods and suddenly saw a plane flying low overhead. I didn’t know what it was at first, but I knew it was an aircraft because it was so low that it was just barely visible from my vantage point. I thought that it was a bird because it flew so low that I could almost see the wings.