Neal Blanchard
I was 8 or 9 years old and wanted to see the Boy Scouts Jamboree in Jena, LA; I was too young to be a Boy Scout but I wanted to see the Jamboree. My cousin, Terry Brouillette, Jr. was going to be participating in the Jamboree. Somehow Carol (my aunt, my mom’s sister) knew I wanted to go with them to the Jamboree, so she called my mom and asked if I could go with them. Of course, I was happy as can be to go with them but that was short lived thanks to my cousin Suzanne, who had convinced me that the bridge we had to cross was old and likely to collapse as we drove over it-but only if I held my nose and was ready to fall in the water when the bridge collapsed. Needless to say the bridge never collapsed but I still hold my nose every time I cross the bridge to this very day.
