Running With the Bulls
I ran with the bulls in Terceira. Not many people know this fact ! It was in the early 1970's, and I was rather young, myself (around 14 or so).
The air was fresh, with a salty ocean breeze. The winding streets were cobblestoned and absolutely packed with people. And I ran with the bulls there.
I've seen it written that the bulls are kept tethered on a line. I do not recall this being the case when I was there ! The horns were tipped and therefore couldn't pierce one's body, but I think the bulls were running free ... at least, I thought so at the time ! One friend of mine got tossed by a bull. He flew several feet through the air and landed unceremoniously on his bum, and boasted for days afterwards.
As for me, I was helped up onto a fence in the nick of time by several other youngsters (slightly younger than I), from which I breathed a sign of relief and watched the bull trample by.
It's interesting that at that age, nothing seems remarkable. For me, it was just another day off -- no different than hitting the cinema or romping at the beach.
It's nice to be able to say that I've run with the bulls. It's a good memory.