i went to see my grandparents in California, in Roseville or about there. I used to live there but my family moved to Alaska. I was 8 at the time, now I'm 33 and remember it vividly. We got home from the SF airport. Tickets were cheaper. I look up at the sky and see lights. I tell everyone to look up, my grandparents, aunts and uncles, and siblings. We stared in awe as lights darted back and forth, making sharp turns, twisting, coming lower then higher. Then they flew off. We went inside and talked about it some, but I know my grandma didn't want to scare us little ones so she told the older kids not to talk about it in front of us. Creepy, I vividly remember them as discs, but we were all too stunned to take a pic.