I saw my first contrail in 1965 when I was four. It was a short trail that disappeared almost as quickly as it formed. I asked my mom if the plane was on fire. She laughed and told me it was just a jet trail. I was intrigued and by five or six years old, I was reading from encyclopedias and library books on contrails and clouds and weather. When I was in my teens, when I was with my friends and saw the relatively rare contrail, I would point it out and humorously yell, "That plane's on fire, they're all gonna die!" I've played and worked outside almost all of my life, and I've always watched the sky. Planes never ever left trails that stretched across the sky. Early one morning in May of 2007, I looked up and saw two planes leaving long dripping trails across the sky, then they both did a 180 and continued spraying. In over 40 years of watching the sky above the bayous of sw Arkansas, I had never seen that. It continued over that summer, checkerboards being painted over the entire sky. So I know for a fact there is a difference between contails and chemtrails, and I don't give a fuck what some anonymous braindead shithead on the internet says.