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>be 3 or 4 (idk, very young)
>family buys a cottage in canadian bush
>first summer was great, loads of fun swimming and doing kid stuff in a forest
>end of summer, beginning of fall. me and my mom go for an evening walk along country road
>smell something foul
>a fucking bear waltzes out of the trees
>bears are more aggressive in fall because they are bulking up before hibernation
>3 year old me does not give a fuck, I just watched the jungle book on VHS
>autism kicks in
>"hey mom, its baloo!" run directly toward the bear to give it a hug
>mom couldn't wrangle me in time and is now helplessly watching her son b-line toward a fucking bear
>bear turns to face me
>iamgoingtomaulyou.png
>just then, a chad trucker passes by, notices the situation, leans on the horn
honk.wav
>bear is spooked by truck horn and runs off back into the woods
>mom reaches me, chad trucker stops ahead and comes back with a shotgun
>the bear is gone, thank trucker and head back to cabin
>my autistic self is still rambling how I almost touched a bear, beg mom to go back and keep it as a pet. mom is crying
>mfw no more evening walks
