I was a Navy brat, my father a flyer whose career took us to bases where aircraft carriers could dock. One of these was the island of Guam where I lived between the ages of 8 and 10. Our house was on the edge of what we called the boondocks, where wild dogs ran in packs. One day while riding my two wheeler too near these "boonies" I was chased by a pack. It's one of those vivid memories of childhood I'll never forget -- their crazy eyes and toothsome jaws snapping at my little feet peddling as fast as I could. I don't know what would have happened if they'd brought me down, but these one-time domesticated canines had reverted to animals whose survival depended upon eating what they killed.
Damn. That is some tale. Terrifying. Thanks for sharing it. And yes, I think that is why the memory is so sharp and lasting. I can just see you pedaling like mad. Thank you, adrenaline.
I was a Navy brat, my father a flyer whose career took us to bases where aircraft carriers could dock. One of these was the island of Guam where I lived between the ages of 8 and 10. Our house was on the edge of what we called the boondocks, where wild dogs ran in packs. One day while riding my two wheeler too near these "boonies" I was chased by a pack. It's one of those vivid memories of childhood I'll never forget -- their crazy eyes and toothsome jaws snapping at my little feet peddling as fast as I could. I don't know what would have happened if they'd brought me down, but these one-time domesticated canines had reverted to animals whose survival depended upon eating what they killed.
Damn. That is some tale. Terrifying. Thanks for sharing it. And yes, I think that is why the memory is so sharp and lasting. I can just see you pedaling like mad. Thank you, adrenaline.
Quality adventure experience that races along.
Plus, I chuckled three times while reading it.
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