I was in sixth or seventh grade at the time, and was camping with my Dad. I was walking around the camp site around 10 or 11pm. I kept looking up at the sky, because being so far away from the city is rare for me, and I don't usually get to see so many stars. I stopped and was looking up for a long while, and I stared at a group of three stars, or what I aTHOUGHT were stars. Then the stars began to slowly start spinning in place. I thought I was seeing things, so I I closed my eyes and looked again, but it still was happening. It spun very, very slowly for about two minutes, then it just dashed off faster than any plane could fly. When it was gone I froze for a minute, in disbelief. Then I ran back to my camp site, and quickly explained the whole thing to my Dad. He thought I was either making it up, or had just seen a strange plane plane! I know for a fact that I saw it. I'll remember it forever.