| In the summer of 2012 my family visited a great uncle that lives in the outskirts of Harrison Arkansas. I was nine years old at the time. My great uncle Claude was sixty-one. I know that because he was constantly complaining to me that I didn’t want to ever become sixty because after that it was like you were sitting in God’s waiting room for your name to be called. Once he gets through telling you how old you don’t want to ever be; he’s a pretty neat guy. He would have something for us to do every time we would stop in and see him. It seldom involved money yet it was still fun. The nights we played dominoes or sometimes card games. Uncle Claude was like a big kid. Daytime usually involved some sort of physical activity. Some of the times it would involve going out to the back of his property which had a drop-off that overlooked a river. The trees growing on that drop-off jutted out away from the side of the mountain as well as growing the traditional straight upwards. Such a circumstance provided for a perfect scenario for a rope swing. next page |  |
Bigfoot in Arkansas