Yellow Bear Journeys
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I’d like to introduce you to my friend, Yellow Bear. At least this is how I first met him.
When I was young; no younger than that. No, not quite that young. I had a stuffed yellow bear.
He was my best friend! (or BFF as they say these days). Not too sure whatever happened to that dear old friend, but after he disappeared, I kept him in my heart.
Except, that sometimes, I had to “grow up” a little bit, and so I “forgot” him just a little bit. The more I grew up, the more I forgot Yellow Bear. Then came that fateful day when I had to forget him completely.
During camp, once during the week, if we were good, we got to take a ride over to the swimming hole. Us boys were dunking them girls. We were really having a great time. Then I dunked a girl. BIG MISTAKE! I was the 4th guy to dunk her in less than 5 minutes.
So, she returned the favor. And dunked me extra hard and long. ...
The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the sand, with one of the camp leaders keeping an eye on me.
That day, I decided it was time I finally grew up, so nobody else would get drowned.
So, I buried the last memories of Yellow Bear at the bottom of that lake.
Half a life-time later, I saw a vision of a sword and a treasure box at the bottom of the lake. I came to know that I had to enter that vision and dive to the bottom of the lake and open that treasure chest and bring whatever was in it to the surface. Before I got around to that, I remembered enough to know that what I would find would be Yellow Bear, my friend I had drowned and buried in that chest so long ago. So, with tearful eyes and heavy heart, I dove to the bottom of that lake, and opened the chest to find what I was sure to find.
BUT the chest was empty. I was flabergasted. What could have happened? I’d wrapped a chain tightly around that chest so that nothing could escape. That chain was still intact when I’d hacked through it with a sword in order to open the chest. But the chest was empty.
I rushed to the surface in time to see Yellow Bear merrily walking down the hill to the edge of the lake.
“How’d you get there? How’d you get out? I thought I’d drowned you forever!”
“Oh, that! I couldn’t stay there long. I love freedom too much! Nice to see you again! Wanna play?”
I had my Yellow Bear back! Life could never be better!