I've always been interested in Bigfoot probably because of where I grew up in Washington State.

In 1977, my mom had some close friends who had a son and daughter around the same age as me and my sister.

We were all great friends and being hippies from the 1960s our parents were always having

a party and we were kids with incredible freedom compared to these days.

My mom's friend had a trailer on a small piece of property on Lumi Island and we would all go

there to relax and play.

The trailer was just 40 feet from the narrow road that circled the island

and separated the property from the beach.

Across the road from the trailer was a giant hedge that separated the road from the beach and there was a break in the hedge where we could walk right onto the sand.

Well one dusky evening, the kids decided to play hide and seek on the beach.

And it was my turn to count first, and I had to count all the way to a hundred.

Otherwise, we would all count too fast and not give the other kids time to hide.

There was a rowboat with one end propped up on a piece of driftwood that we chose to count under to ensure there was no cheating.

Well, I got under there and I counted, and when I finished, I crawled out,

surprised at how much darker it had gotten in such a short time.

I felt alone, and I looked up and down the beach from where I was

standing and I couldn't see anyone, so I started toward the road. The beach sloped up to the hedge and when I was about 50 feet from the opening I saw

the silhouette of a human-like figure with its shoulders and head staring at me from over

the hedge from the other side. I thought it was one of my friends.

I see you I yelled out pointing at the silhouette but there was no response and this

thing didn't move.

Hey! I shouted again, I see you!

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