when i was a little girl i use to be in a girl scout troop with my mother, she was a leader. one time we all went camping, i was about seven. it was night time, and we had just finished putting our tents up. we started a fire to roast marshmallows and to tell ghost stories around. "the man could hear the heart pounding from under the floor boards" aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! someone had screamed and trust me when i tell you, it was not part of the story. then someone pointed a flashlight into the long bare trees. and all i saw were eyes. it was a raccoon. my mother got up and within a second she was deep inside our tent. everyone was yelling because my mother knocked everyone over on her way in. to this day me and my friends still make fun of my mother. luckily she laughs along. i love my mother.