It is not easy for one to believe that he ever was a cub.
Not that I did it very often, except when she used to bite my hind-toes..
My father and mother seemed enormous to me, but, on the other hand, my sister was smaller than I, and perhaps the fact that I could always box her ears when I wanted to gave me an exaggerated idea of my own importance.
It is not so much a mere matter of size, although it is doubtful if any young Bear realizes how small he is.
Of course, I know that I was, and as it was only nine years ago I ought to remember it fairly clearly.
It is not easy for one to believe that he ever was a cub