Rereading My Childhood — Goosebumps: Legend of the Lost Legend

When I was a kid, treasure hunting deep in the woods seemed like a completely plausible endeavor. I thought I could go on some grand fantastic adventure with wood nymphs and sprites. I quickly dismissed this idea because I lived (and continue to live) in Nevada, where we have more imported trees than any other state. Why do we have so many imported trees? Because we don’t have thick forests. We have sagebrush and ATV tracks. And frankly, the first I went camping, which was as an adult, I realized why my father never made us go camping — he knew it sucked.

The Lost Legend is the Lost Garbage Pail Kid on the cover.

I am a weirdo who occasionally writes about books from my childhood.

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