My scariest moment had to be when I was about 12 or so. My brother and I went to day camp during the summer. They always had a sleep over night during the summer each year and the main "entertainment" was that a few chosen campers could go feed "Uncle Gore".

Uncle Gore was a seven foot gorilla with a mean temperment...who turned out to be a camp counselor in a costume....who lived in the hills. Whenever you saw a Red-Tailed Hawk circling, that was him in pursuit of his next meal. That night, I was chosen to feed him bananas (of course!). While my fears were fueld by the counselors and other campers, I walked up a winding road up to the hill where he was last spotted. I was escorted by one of my favorite, girl counselors. When we got to the top Uncle Gore grabbed the bananas out of my hands and "roared" at me. He then grabbed my counselor and ran into the hills. All the "big, strong men" went after him and came back over twenty minutes later with the poor counselor that was taken. It was so scary then....now I think it was such a cute idea.