I remember going blueberry picking with my mom and grandma as a kid. It was a sunny, warm day, and we walked across the road from my grandma’s driveway to the blueberry hill.
I stayed close so I could still see them. One time though, I wandered farther away and lost sight of them. What I did see was a big black bear coming up from the river. Lucky for me, it never looked up from the ground and saw me.
My heart started to pound faster. I slowly backed away, keeping my eyes on the bear until I could no longer see it.
When I turned around to find my mom and grandma, I found my mom first. After I told my grandma about the bear, we left the area and went back to the house.
What I did not know at the time was that this encounter with a black bear would follow by other close encounters with wild animals over the years.
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