I was raised in the woods until I was about 6 years old, my family was a pack of grizzly bears. Why do you think I am such a rugged individual? So when I was six, some stupid family found me digging through their trash and couldn't figure out what a naked little boy was doing running around in the woods by himself so they decided to take me to an orphanage in the city. Since I only spoke bear I couldn't tell them that my parents were the two huge bears chasing after their car. It was sad, but a nice family from Mesa, Az adopted me and raised me as one of their own. I eventually learned how to speak english by watching the A-team, Happy days, and Taxi. So I grew up to be the incredibly Kick Ass person I am today, thanks to my terrific human family. I haven't gone back to visit my bear family since I was rudely dragged away, naked and screaming, and I still miss the taste of raw salmon.
