Growing up in a Northern town, deep in the Pennine Hills, playing in a field, from where you could look down the valley to the town. I would often see, on bright sunny days, the reflected sun shining off window panes of the homes on the opposing hills. Brittle stars amongst the streets and houses, some miles away.
Asking a friend I was playing with what these lights were, I was told by him that they appeared in places where people had died. Where this boy had got this notion, I've no idea, but at the time the idea made a lot of sense to me. It seemed no more extraordinary than anything else in the life I saw around me, where most things were a mystery anyway.
Of course, eventually I did work out what these lights really were, and the fantasy was replaced by mundane reality. But even now, in the back of my mind, I still associate these bright stars with death. Curious, eh?