Fearlessness - A Family Trait!

With his ability to enthusiastically dive into and explore the unknown, your Mom has always considered your Dad to be fearless. While traveling around the world, your father was willing to sleep in city parks and random bushes and patches of grass, travel on night buses driven by speed junkies, and eat mysterious foods from kitchens that make dirty kitchens look like sparkling rooms in a Mr.Clean commercial.
Then, when heading out for our first hike together in the wilds of California, your Mom discovered that your Papa is not fearless after all. With a handful of bells hanging from his bag and belt, your Dad could be heard for miles around. Jingle, jingle!
It turns out that your fearless Dad is deathly afraid of bears and not just grizzlies and brown bears. He's even afraid of the cute, little black bears of the Sierra Nevada range. In fact, this fear verges on paranoia as many a hike in lands last hunted by bears centuries ago have turned your father into a whimpering little scaredy-cat. Your father did redeem himself on that first hike in Yosemite National Park by doing the final vertical ascent up Half Dome in worn out old flip-flops to all other climbers' astonishment. That definitely made up the his constant scanning of the trail behind us for any bears that may be sneaking up on us during the 6-hour hike.
Probably the only time your Mom has heard Papa scream in terror was a time we were camping in the San Bernardino Mountains north of L.A.. Dad had gone out at night to get some food from the cooler in the trunk of the car. Some heavy breathing just behind him made your father spin around with flashlight in hand to find himself face-to-face with a black bear and, oh what a shout he let out!
In an effort to final exorcise the fear of bears from your father, Mom went out and bought a little brown bear outfit for you. With you in the suit, she surprise attacked your Dad who, thankfully, reacted not in fear but with joy and a series of, "oooohhh, so cute!"s. It worked! With some simple association exercises, your Dad's reaction upon seeing bears may now be joy and happiness instead of fear and anxiety. We're yet to test it out in the wilderness, but it seems that this brilliant plan has been a smashing success!
Finally, just to show us that you're truly your father's son, you decided to demonstrate that you, too, are fearless! You displayed this fearlessness as you nonchalantly lay beside a fanged and clawed beast (her name is Love) who is at least the same size as you at your Grandparents' place. You've already overcome a fear it took your father thirty years to beat. Nice job, Rai!