The times they are a-changin’.
This post seems to be older than 17 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.
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.
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