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It’s hard to believe that anyone who has lived in Anchorage does not have a moose story. Here’s my favorite one: “Adam and the Moose”

Adam had a "Close Encounter of the Moose Kind" today. We were going out for a bike ride. I set the bike on the sidewalk and my toddler grandson, Adam, climbed on. As I was pushing him towards the driveway (my head was down, watching him) I noticed two unfamiliar brown tree trunks directly ahead. Confused for a second, I thought, “ I don’t have trees in the driveway “.

Not tree trunks, but the front legs of a yearling moose - close enough for an immediate head-on collision! I swooped up Adam, and bolted back into the house. We watched the young moosie from the safety of the living room’s bay window. Needless to say, Adam was very put out that we came back inside before he got his bike ride. As for me, I’m pretty sure that’s the day my hair started turning grey.

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Cindy - great moose story. Oh, those gray hairs.

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The earthquake stories revived so many memories they brought me to tears - I have never been so scared in my life as I was during those 5 minutes! Thanks to all who shared!

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Jackie - Yes, as survivors, we still carry the memories and some of those memories come with strong emotions. We share your tears. And yes, we are grateful for all the survivors who share their stories.

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Thank you both so much for all of the memories.

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Avril - you are very welcome. Glad you are enjoying the Anchorage Memories VIP Club.

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