My dad loved to tell stories of me when everyone was gatthered around to shoot the bull. So I will share a story with you now. When I was a kid I was in the Cub Scouts and dad was one of the troop leaders. They would load all us kids up and take us on camping trips and adventures. It was alot of fun and dad and I absolutely loved it!! First I'll tell you that if any of us kids got in trouble our punishment was to hug a tree until they said we could let go.(and let me tell that was not fun.) (voice of experience.) Well dad would tell everyone that I liked to chase the other kids around with snakes or lizards or bugs or any other kind of critter that I could get my hands on. Therefore I could be found hugging a tree somewhere.(as punishment.) One night dad and the other adults gathered us around a camp fire and told us a ghost story about a 3legged bear and an indian who's ghost could be seen at night when a green fog rolls in. well after they got us all scarred from the story they let us go play, then they throw a military grade green smoke bomb, well of course being the perfect child I was the only one running around cussing and screaming about a indian and bear ghost coming to get us. LOL! well you guessed it there I was hugging another tree! LOL!