In my country people aren't into any legends of fantastic and gigantic creatures. It must be, because we appreciate the scientific view of theworld above all. Subsequently, we're not willing to accept anything that doesn't have a reasonable explanation.
Nevertheless, the legends live upon us.
Back in the time when I was 9 years old I started learning English at school, there was one spread in our English book above the others. Those were the pages, where the story of Loch Ness monster was told.
I don't remember much of the story. I guess that there was a gargantuan monster in the water and it had been there for ages. It must've been wanting to avoid people, but if some poor human still got into its way, oh no, I could see the death coming. It was the existence of excitement, usually lacking in the schoolbooks, that made me euphoric.