>>2421401I'll tell one but, I'm typically on /b/ so I'm going to tell this story green text and in 2 parts. but it is true.
>be 10yo living in tiny town not far from Canadian border. One summer I decide im a ninja. >I am 100% ninja >black watershoes, camo pants and top, face and head covered in camo shirt I wrapped around myself all cool like. Clothes are muddy as the day is long too. I leave them outside in a trashbag in my fort, with dirt and leaves in the bag. This is a trick I learned from my Dad who hunts, and it makes it so your clothes don't smell like laundry soap, deodorant, etc. if you only take hot water (no soap) showers the night before you hunt, and then rock these camo clothes, you're basically invisible to animals. As long as you're quiet. I am quiet. I am the night. I am a ninja.
>be running around with my blowgun "hunting" birds and bugs and stuff one day in the woods behind my house, like every other fucking day. Decide to 'suit up' at my fort and change into my ninja gear and bounce around playing pretend. >run around scooby doo for an hour as a ninja, mainly down an old road near my house, towards a creek I know and love dearly. not far from home really, 3 miles or so. Creek being maybe 4 miles from home?>suddenly realize i'm looking at something big brown and furry in front of me. I register it but don't even flinch as I am dumb af 10 year old. its sitting facing away from me on the old road, doing something. I just keep walking, running, boucing towards it.>As I get closer I realize this thing must be 6 feet tall sitting down. >I slowly realize i should stop running towards it, about 30 fucking feet from it. As I told you, I am dumb af 10yo in this story.>realize it's dangerous as it turns to face me, looking over its shoulder at me. Continued in part 2
