It's nothing really crazy, but it's the only thing that I can't explain at all.
Back when I was maybe 12, my dad had recently gotten remarried and we had all moved to a new house in a developing neighborhood. While it was definitely suburban, it neighbored a really undeveloped area owned by the old local super rich people. What you really need to know is that our backyard was right along a clearing made for power lines, and that there was a walkable, ie non super grassy, strip that led down a hill that we were on to a creek, and then back up a hill onto the rich people property
>dad having some party for some reason
>stepbrother and I are both bored to tears, it's just a bunch of old farts drinking and talking
>we go to the backyard and just walk around and talk about whatever it is 12 year olds talk about
>this isn't a super important facet of the story, but I very vividly remember having a solo cup in my hand, it's one of the most concrete parts of the memory that is always part of it
>eventually after walking around we look over to the rich people property
>something walks out of the grass onto the walkable strip on the side
>this is a ways away, it's not like we're right on top of it or anything like that
>but we can still see something walk out of the grass
>it's bright orange
>I mean, it looked like I had on thermal vision goggles and was looking at a person
>aside from orange, it's bipedal and I can see swinging arms
>if I had to guess height, I'd say no taller than six or maybe six and a half feet. Take that with a grain of salt, this was years ago and a large distance off, so I could be totally wrong
>we both stare at it for minutes on end