"Little people" in Chester Park
It has been about 45 years since that day in Chester park and my family still loves to hear the story about the Little People. I was a Teenager in the late fifties to early sixties, a great time to grow up. My best friend's name was Cookie, she and I decided to go to the park and hang out. It was May, a beautiful day, the sun was shining. The park was filled with kids playing football, baseball, Tennis, etc. There were many families picnicing. The streets were filled with teenagers cruising in their cars.
Cookie and I loved boys, we would wave and they would whistle. It was a fun day as we walked along the park 's windy road. On the side of the road a guy was waxing his car and picnicers at the bottom of the hill(this is an important fact in my story). As I was about to remark about how bright the sun was shining through the trees Cookies yells, "Look down there"!! I look down the hill and asked "What are they, little people?" Cookie goes running down the hill yelling"Little people what are you?" I, being the rational one looking for witnesses, looked to the guy on the side of the road waxing his car but he was gone, I looked up and down the road and not a car in sight. I looked all around and there was no one. I didn't give it much thought at the time, I was more concerned with Cookie running down that hill alone so I followed her. As we approached the little people they ran from us, we followed. We ran into the woods not realizing that they had disappeared. When we finally stopped we couldn't believe what had happened, people don't just disappear! We got down on our hands and knees and pounded on the ground, we felt that it was the only place they could have gone.
When we gained our composure we walked back to the place we first saw them. There were many families picnicing on that very spot, obviously for some time and the guy on the side of the road was still waxing his car. The road was filled with guys cruising in their cars. One car actually stopped because they could see that Cookie and I were dazed and confused. We told them our story and went for a ride with them. They laughed it off and so did we.
It has been nothing more than a story to pass on to my kids and my grandchildren. I still wonder what I saw. What were those "Little people"? Where did they come from and how did they disappear? Why couldn't I see the picnicers or the guy waxing his car, that were obviously still at the park as we had our encounter.
Cookie and I never retained a memory of what these little people looked like. Even right after it happened. The only reason we know that they were unusual was because we remembered what we said and how shocked we were by their appearance. What they were , where they came from is a mystery that I will always wonder about. Strange dreams followed for many years. Was it my subconcious trying to make sense of it all? Probably!!!!!
Cookie and I loved boys, we would wave and they would whistle. It was a fun day as we walked along the park 's windy road. On the side of the road a guy was waxing his car and picnicers at the bottom of the hill(this is an important fact in my story). As I was about to remark about how bright the sun was shining through the trees Cookies yells, "Look down there"!! I look down the hill and asked "What are they, little people?" Cookie goes running down the hill yelling"Little people what are you?" I, being the rational one looking for witnesses, looked to the guy on the side of the road waxing his car but he was gone, I looked up and down the road and not a car in sight. I looked all around and there was no one. I didn't give it much thought at the time, I was more concerned with Cookie running down that hill alone so I followed her. As we approached the little people they ran from us, we followed. We ran into the woods not realizing that they had disappeared. When we finally stopped we couldn't believe what had happened, people don't just disappear! We got down on our hands and knees and pounded on the ground, we felt that it was the only place they could have gone.
When we gained our composure we walked back to the place we first saw them. There were many families picnicing on that very spot, obviously for some time and the guy on the side of the road was still waxing his car. The road was filled with guys cruising in their cars. One car actually stopped because they could see that Cookie and I were dazed and confused. We told them our story and went for a ride with them. They laughed it off and so did we.
It has been nothing more than a story to pass on to my kids and my grandchildren. I still wonder what I saw. What were those "Little people"? Where did they come from and how did they disappear? Why couldn't I see the picnicers or the guy waxing his car, that were obviously still at the park as we had our encounter.
Cookie and I never retained a memory of what these little people looked like. Even right after it happened. The only reason we know that they were unusual was because we remembered what we said and how shocked we were by their appearance. What they were , where they came from is a mystery that I will always wonder about. Strange dreams followed for many years. Was it my subconcious trying to make sense of it all? Probably!!!!!
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