King of the Jungle
“When we were kids, our parents were able to take us on a vacation to Africa. We visited South Africa, Zimbabwe, and Kenya. One of the cool places we checked out in Kenya was Giraffe Manor (look it up if you haven’t heard of it). Anyway, we were doing a kind of touristy overnight safari in Kenya. Tour/Safari guide was a nice dude, I think originally from South Africa himself. It was very cool driving through the wilderness for the day. At one point, through some bush, I saw what I thought was a rhino, but nobody else agreed that it was a rhino. Then it moved into a clearing, and it was, in fact, a rhino. Neat! …
… At night, we were camping under some pretty large tents. I guess we were just old enough that my parents thought it would be okay for my brother and me to have our own tent. At some point very early in the morning, I was awoken by my brother clamping his hand down over my mouth and telling me to be very quiet: he was convinced that a lion had been prowling around our tent. Well, I don’t even know today what you do in that case, and I knew even less back then what to do in that case. My guess at the time was… just to stay in the tent and be quiet. My brother, however, was sure that the right thing was to escape from our tent and sneak over to our parents’ tent. After they had woken up and it was much brighter outside, we went and took a look. There were, in fact, some lion tracks by our tent.”