When I was around 7 maybe, my Dad, my brother and myself drove for a long time in the off white ’84 Toyota 4×4. We then took a train ride with open-air cars. As we crossed over a bridge, a man pointed out a big foot print in the sand. “Look at the Big Foot print, over there!” the man said to me. That was the first time I heard about Big Foot. I don’t think I believed him. On the way home, we hit a dear.