BIG FOOT'S COMMIN!!

My last story reminded me of another that took place many years ago. Or should I say decades. I was about 13 yrs old, same as my daughter is now actually. It was in the summer of 76 or 77 I can't be sure. I was lucky enough to be growing up in the British Columbian Rockies in a small skiing town called Fernie.

We lived on a small piece of land just outside the towns limits. Part of our land was just forest going uphill with some very big trees, most of which were pine. Some of these trees had such long full branches that touched the ground that once you pushed your way through them it almost felt like you had found a secret place. An empty room that you could hide in or spy with by looking through a small hole in the pines . What a cool fort it made.
One day my friend Margarette and I decided that we wanted to spend the night in our newly found fort. One side of the room was quite flat, considering it was on a hill. It would be easy enough to be comfortable with a few blankets on the flat area. So having decided that we went off to ask our parents.

They mocked us ofcourse. Her by her brothers, laughing up a storm at her expense, saying we would not last an hour. I thankfully had no brothers but my dad had his turn in a more subtle way ... his half cocked smile with the resounding SNORT... was enough to know he was of the same opinion as Margarette's brothers.

We would SHOW THEM!! So we gathered a bunch of comfortable blankets , pillows and a whole slew of survival gear. All of which was absolutely necessary like cookies, juice, chocolate bars, candy, comic books, note pad and pencils, magazines, flashlight and our prized posession was a transistor Radio and lots of batteries.

We hawled our goods up the hill to our fort. It was all freshly swept from that afternoon so it was a quick job to settle in and get comfy. We giggles like the girls, we were all drapped on our blankets flipping through comics, listening to the tunes of that summer on the radio while stuffing our faces with what ever was at hand....not to mention laughing at her brothers haha , they knew nothing the jerks.

It eventually started to get dark so we decided to get cozier in our blankets to just talk and listen to the music playing. We were yapping away when we heard a CRACK! up higher on the hill coming down from the mountain. ...then silence..so we both relaxed and giggles at eachother. Then CRUNCH!!.. there is was again! Seemed closer this time. We both had our ears strained to hear it again when a new song began to play on the radio that went....

BIG FOOT'S COMMIN GONNA GET YA GONNA GET YA!!!! BIG FOOT'S COMMIN SO YOU BETTER WATCH OUT!!

Omg, talk about bad timing .As silly as it was, we really didn't need to hear that just then. ...CRACK!!....CRUNCH!!....COMING CLOSER AND CLOSER!!...and the song is getting faster in tempo with the same damn ...

BIG FOOT'S COMMIN, GONNA GET GONNA GET YA, BIG FOOT'S COMMIN SO YOU BETTER WATCH OUT!!!!

By this time we can hear the thing approuching and we are in eachothers arms, trembling and almost pissin in fear when the steps are SO CLOSE...THE SONG IS AT ITS PEEK...AND ...AND ....SOME BRANCHES MOVE!!! OPEN UP!!! OMG !! OMG!!! ..................it's my DAD!!! with a shit eating grin on his face , says..."So how you girls doing up here???"

OMG you know those times when you could just kill your parents? THAT was one of those times. He had purposely gone way up on the hill to make his way down NOISELY ofcourse, to scare the begibbers out of us...Needless to say after that fiasco, we didn't much feel like staying there any longer. So they were right. We chickened out and by the way, I still hate that dumb song!