One of my earliest memories is of the walk to the outhouse at the house we lived in when I was born and until I was five. The house sat on a long thin lot. The house was back from the street about 10 yards or so, just room for a patch of grass and a couple of trees my folks had planted when my older brother and sister were born. Behind the house was a storm cellar, a garden a cloths line and finally by the back fence was the outhouse.
One night when I was about 3 my sister and I made that long trip in the dark to the outhouse and on our way back we saw a monster with shaggy hair and huge feet standing by the corner of the house. I haven't felt like running so much at any time since then.
When we burst through the door yelling for Dad we startled everyone. When he could get the story out of us, Dad took a flashlight out and looked around and sure enough there were big shoe prints in the mud at the corner. They had come from the street and left over the side fence.
As we later learned, the shoe prints were made by clown shoes and were left there by a neighbor that worked part time as a clown and took a short cut through our yard to get home.
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Hmm. I prefer to think that you really saw Bigfoot, and your parents gave you that "it was a clown" story so as not to scare you ;)
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