The UFO Story You’ve Been Waiting For
Alright, let’s get into it. Everyone’s been asking for my UFO story, so I figured, what better place to share it than the internet? Consider this a permanent record of one of the strangest experiences of my life—and my family’s.
It all started when I was 15 years old. We were on our annual road trip to Mexico. Flying was out of the question—too expensive—so my dad always drove. The trip typically took a week, and this particular day, we hadn’t crossed the border yet. I think we were somewhere in Arizona or New Mexico.
I was in the front seat with my dad while the rest of the family was crammed into the back of the truck under the camper shell, mostly asleep. Bored out of my mind, I was flipping through the lyrics booklet of a cassette tape when suddenly my dad yelled, “¡Tammy, mira!”
I looked up to see him pointing at the sky, his face lit up with excitement and disbelief. The sky was full of thick, beautiful white clouds, but in the gaps between them, something was moving. At first, I didn’t know what he was talking about. Then I saw it—a black sphere, gliding back and forth between the clouds like it was playing peek-a-boo.
“Es un omni,” my dad said, still pointing.
At 15, I didn’t even know there was a Spanish word for UFO. For some reason, I thought that was just an American thing. But sure enough, there it was. The black sphere moved with precision, darting from one cloud to the next. My dad couldn’t stop smiling and asked me, “¿Viste eso?”
I nodded, stunned. “Sí, papá, lo vi.”
He started banging on the window to wake my mom, but by the time she stirred, the sphere had disappeared. My dad and I talked about it for a while, laughing nervously, wondering if we had imagined it. Eventually, we kept driving, pulled over for food, and life went on.
But that was only the beginning.
We made it to Mexico and got caught up in the usual routine: visiting family, eating too much, and soaking up the vacation vibes. We didn’t think much about the UFO after that. But things got weirder.
After spending a few days with my stepmother’s family, we headed south to the coast to visit my dad’s side of the family. That’s where things took a turn.
One morning, my dad decided to go fishing with his best friend, Javier. They left around 5 a.m., which wasn’t unusual—fishermen love to hit the water before sunrise. They loaded up a rickety little boat with fishing gear, a case of beer, and some tortas my mom had made.
Here’s the thing: they didn’t come back until 10 a.m. the next day.
When they finally arrived, they were dragging a massive marlin behind them—a fish so big it dwarfed the boat. Its sword was long and sharp; the fish was a literal weapon! Everyone was stunned. My mom, however, was furious.
“Where the hell have you been?” she demanded.
My dad, looking genuinely confused, said, “What do you mean? We’ve been fishing.”
“No,” she shot back. “You left yesterday morning. It’s been over 24 hours!”
My dad didn’t understand what the big deal was. He explained that the marlin had put up a fight, and it had taken them hours to tire it out, catch it, and row back to shore. Then he described the fight in detail.
He said the marlin was unlike anything he’d ever seen. It wasn’t just big—it was beautiful. Its scales shimmered with rainbow, iridescent colors, catching the sunlight as it leapt out of the water again and again. At one point, it started jumping over the boat, its powerful body arching above them. My dad and Javier had to duck as its sharp, spiked sword came dangerously close to their heads a few times.
“The fish was fighting for its life; it was incredibly strong,” my dad said. “But it was so mesmerizing. Its size, its strength, its beauty—I couldn’t stop staring at it.”
Still, even with all that drama, my mom wasn’t buying it. She thought they’d gone off partying and bought the fish to cover their tracks—especially since Javier had a reputation for being a wild card.
But here’s the strange part: my dad was adamant. He kept saying, “We haven’t been gone that long.” He looked genuinely puzzled, like he couldn’t understand why everyone was so worked up. And when my mom asked where they slept, he said, “We didn’t. We were out on the ocean, fighting the fish.”
The whole thing didn’t add up. Even for two amateur fishermen on a tiny boat with a Hot Wheels-level engine, 24 hours was an absurd amount of time to catch a fish and get back. Something about it just felt… off.
Fast forward to 2024. Now we have all this government disclosure about UFOs and unidentified submerged objects (USOs). And when I think back to that summer, I can’t help but wonder: did something else happen out there?
Was that black sphere we saw in the clouds connected to my dad’s missing time? Did whatever was playing peek-a-boo with us in Arizona or New Mexico find him again out on the ocean? My dad wasn’t the type to make things up, and the confused look on his face when he got back wasn’t normal. It’s like he truly believed nothing unusual had happened, but the timeline didn’t lie.
And that fish? It was just the cherry on top. A massive marlin, caught by two guys on a boat that looked like it could barely float? Yeah, okay.
Looking back, I think there’s more to the story than my dad could ever explain. Maybe they went somewhere else—somewhere they weren’t supposed to remember. Maybe the “fight” with the fish was just a cover for something his mind couldn’t fully process.
Either way, I’m convinced that summer wasn’t just about family vacations and fishing trips. It was something… otherworldly.
So, there you have it—my family’s UFO story from the ’90s. What do you think? Was it just a strange coincidence? Or is there more out there than we realize? Let me know if you want to hear more stories, because trust me, I’ve got them.
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