...safest place to be. The boar eventually just started running out of the cave. I was petrified that he'd slam me into a tree. I realized that he was heading towards town and gripped even tighter. But alas I could not grip him forever. My hands started to slip from sweat. I still don't know if it was my sweat or his. When the forest ended he flung me from his back and I landed face first in my neighbor's yard. I really started to freak out because I thought the boar was going to ram me but when I mustered the courage to turn my head around all I saw was the boar's ass heading back into the forest. My friends never believed my story and we never saw the boar again despite giving in to George's request of camping at night. I had to sneak out but I always returned before my parents woke. I told my parents this story too of course and they had quite a peculiar reaction. They took me to the eye doctor that very day. And that's the story of how I got my glasses.
hangout. I knew no one else would be there since it was so early but when I arrived I saw a large lump sleeping in the cave. I figured at first that it was my friend George since he always said that we should camp out one night and I had guessed he decided to do it without us since the rest of us had more responsible parents. So I saw this as the perfect chance to play a prank on him. To be honest though it wasn't really a prank. I had just planned to jump on top of him as he slept. So I started running, from the entrance of the cave to the back where he slept and jumped 5 feet from him and that's when I realized something. It wasn't my friend George at all. It was a giant boar but it was too late. I was already descending upon it. As I landed upon its back it screamed a scream that I'll never forget till the day I die. It got up with me still on it's back and tried to shake me off. I grabbed onto it's fur as hard as I could because on top of the beast's back seemed like the...
When I was a boy of about 5 or 6 my family had just moved to a new town called Tall Rock. We lived at the edge of town with a forest to the back of the house. I made friends easily with the neighbor boys even though they were quite older than me, 13 I think. Anyway we loved to go exploring in the forest even though our parents forbid us to. They were afraid that we'd fall and hurt ourselves or get lost. It'd be impossible to get lost though, unless you were an idiot. You just had to remember what direction you came from. There wasn't any cliche haunted forest rumors if that's where you think this is going. But one day we found a small cave like hole at the base of a small hill. It didn't go that far deep and there was nothing in it. It became our little hideout spot for me and all of my friends. Whenever one of us had free time we would go there by ourselves and usually someone else was already there. One day I woke up really early and decided to go to our...
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