This email has no name, I think it's a woman and here's what she writes.

I grew up listening to stories about Bigfoot, one of my earliest childhood memories involves

a Bigfoot.

I remember bits and pieces of the story myself, but my mother has since filled me in on

most parts that are a bit shady for me.

I was five years old at the time and we were visiting my grandmother and uncle in Kentucky.

My uncle decided to take me to the playground that was nestled in the clearing in the woods.

As we walked under a canopy of trees, we could hear heavy footsteps following us.

The thick vegetation kept us from seeing what it was though.

We got to the playground and I got busy playing with some kids.

There wasn't long before a terrible screen started.

The other kids turned and ran home.

The second they heard it, I didn't know what it was so I just stood there.

My uncle ran over and grabbed me and started running.

He didn't stop until we got back to grandma's house.

At the time my grandmother had two beautiful dobermans that I loved dearly.

My uncle was telling her and my mom what happened at the playground so they sent me back

out to play with the dogs.

The backyard was fence then but it butted up to the woods.

Now remember being back there playing with the dogs when I heard something snap in the woods.

The trees were moving strangely in a way I had never seen them do before.

Then the dogs started going crazy.

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