Please share your stories if you want too. I'd be very interested in hearing them. Thank you.
I'm gonna tell them how they happened in time.
I'm from a small town in N.W. Montana, I always felt like or camper was home from early spring until fall rifle season was over and our house was were we just went for a few days.
My dad would go to work from our camper, we camped alot.
I can remember small little things back to 17 months old. Not detailed things just specific small instances. But can remember more and longer memories from the age of 3
Like I said earlier, this story got repeated in certain circles frequently while I was growing up, so the memories could be built around visualizing from hearing the story so many times.
I was 3 in this first story.
There is an old logging camp that got turned into a a camping area, it's basically a big meadow at a Fork in a FS road. The road to the left goes to a lockout the other goes to some beautiful high mountain lakes.
We usually camped with lots of other families, there were JR high kids that would creep around and knock on campers and rattle them around.
Our camper shook and rattled and there was clawing at the door. I remember my dad saying "DAMNED KIDS" and opening the door and sqeeling like a pig. He slammed the door and ran back to the bed at the front of camper and grabbed his pistol.
He fired a shot into the air, which was customary as we have grizzly there too.
I remember my mom covering my little brothers ears and the whole camp lighting up and chaos.
The next evening everyone was on edge because this bear was in camp. It had rained just a bit and the fog was coming in. I can remember the fog and this blue zip up jacket I had to wear.
My mom was on high alert because there weren't many men in the camp. They had taken all the bigger kids to a hike in lake and weren't back yet.
She was looking out into the eves of this meadow. Something screeched very loud from the timber across the road. I remember the sound it made and people freaking out.
It happened again a few moments later. Then remember my mom saying "look that damned bear is back" and trying to point it out to one of the ol timers.
Then I remember the old man saying "that's not a bleeping bear" and being shoved in the pickup by my mom and me and her and my little brother who was 17 months younger zipping out of camp and going to look for my dad.
About 7 adults saw that thing, I never did. The field of view is different at three yrs old. If I did I do not remember.
I got two more stories but my thumbs are sore
Hahaha
Oh ya- everyone went home that evening.
But we camped there every year after that all through my childhood