I finally went to Pamplona, Spain to finally participate in the Running of the Bulls. I was nervous and excited at the same time, but when I saw the bulls approaching, I started running with the rest of the crowd.
After about ten steps, I somehow tripped and fell. I got up as quick I could and hobbled over to a side street. To my surprise and shock, the biggest bull followed me. I slowly walked backwards, and the massive beast continued moving toward me. I continued walking slowly until my back was against the wall of a dead end street. I was terrified as my eyes stayed focused on his horns, as he stared at me and snorted only a few feet away. I was sure I was about to be gored to death, so I closed my eyes hoping it would be quick and painless trying to prepare myself emotionally and physically. After a couple of moments… nothing happened. As I opened my eyes, to my amazement, it reached over, touched my shoulder with his hoof, and said “Tag you’re it”. I had no idea bulls were so playful.