I remember when I was a small child we used to go to the lake with my grand father. He loved to tell us scary stories by the fire. I do not think I would really get scared from the stories themselves instead I remember getting scared later on while in our Family Tent trying to sleep my imagination would become creative changing and adding details to the original stories told by my grand father. In the morning I would wake up a hero again not scared of anything. We normally went to these trips with more or less 5 kids from my family along with my grand father.

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