During elementary school, one of my friends lived through the block and sometimes I'd go to house to play after school. To get to her house, I could do the smart thing by walking down our street, along Holladay Boulevard, then up the hill to Sandy G.'s house. OR I could do the dumb thing by cutting through the neighbor's backyard and crossing through the field behind their house wherein a huge black bull was kept.There was a fence around field, but I could crawl under it and make a mad dash to the other side, before the bull saw me. That's how it happened most of the time.
Yellowstone in the Olden Days
After the infamous Bull, bears were my next greatest fear and the reason for many nightmares.
Our family used to go to a Dude Ranch in Jackson Hole during the 1950s. After a week of riding horses and swimming, we'd head for Yellowstone. Those were the days when the black bears lined up along the highway, begging for Wonder Bread and Fritos. It was sort of like the cartoon Yogi Bear & BooBoo. These cute fuzzy Teddy's couldn't hurt anyone, could they?
My family was at Old Faithful sitting with hundred of other spectators waiting for the momentous eruption. I was hot, tired, and hungry and wanted to go back to the car to nap and eat potato chips. Unbelievably my parents let me go. (Obviously, it was the era of innocence.) With the car keys in hand, I starting looking for our car in the vast parking lot. As I went between two cars and turned to the right, I was met a real live Yogi, face to face. Shocked and horrified I ran all the way back to Old Faithful!
My dreams about bears always involved bears getting into our house. Somehow I survived the bull and bear nightmares of my youth, only to be replaced by dreams having to srepeat high school (at my current age) and moving into a house that is falling apart, but that's another story for another blog.