I've got one! It's both funny and scary.

When I was 11, my mom, dad, little brother and I were camping in Yellowstone. We had it rough (sarcasm), had a truck with a camper. The only thing the camper lacked was a bathroom.

Our first morning there, I went outside to use the bathroom. When I came back in, I told my brother that I saw bear tracks. I was bluffing (I thought), I hadn't really observed any bear tracks.

My dad went outside and said, “There ARE bear tracks out there!” Creeped me out!