My mother Matha, her mother Matrona and an elder brother Santari were out picking mushrooms when she was about 5 years, Santrari around 11.

Her mother went a little distance off leaving the 2 picking. Sudden an adult brown bear stood up on its back legs in front of them, a few metres away. Santi told Matha not to move. The bear towered over them, looked at them, growled, got down, turned around and walked away.

Matrona had heard the grow but did not move until the bear had gone. Matrona had obviously been scared Santari told her it was nothing. Matrona picked up the mushroom sack and they went home.