Running with the bulls (and from the cops)

This past summer, for my father 50th, my family visited The Festival of San Fermin in Pamplona.  Except for my youngest sister and my mother, my family and my brothers girlfriend participated in the festival, or as it is more commonly known, we went "Running with the Bulls."  If you've never heard of it, it is a seven day festival where bulls get let loose in the streets of Pamplona... along with thousands of people.  After buying the proper red and white attire, we made our way to the streets where chaos was minutes away.  However, we got there a little late, and had to find a entrance to the roads where no spanish cops were watching, and snuck in through a fence.  Once we were in the streets there was only one minor issue, there was a strict 18+ rule, and even in my baggy sweatshirt, hat and shades, I borderline looked 18.  The police were very strict about enforcing the rules, another being no photos.  My dad had a tough time following this rule, and when he was taking our picture, a cop confronted him and through him out, leaving just my sister Ariel, my brother Jake, his girlfriend Abbie, and me.  After about five minutes from my dad getting ejected, a cop pointed at me and gestured for me to go to home, and obviously leave.  Abbie also saw this and we both came to an instant realization...RUN.  Luckily, right after I went on the lam, the first shotgun sounded, meaning the first set of bulls were released.  Within seconds of the shotgun, the bulls had reached us, running full speed through the middle of road while we ran to the sides and jumped on the fences.  After a couple minutes, the second and final shotgun went off.  By the time the bulls reached us, which was not long, we were almost to the end of the run.  The roads lead you into a giant arena, and as I was walking in with all the spectators, I felt like a roman gladiator entering the Colosseum.  Once inside they let one or two bulls at a time loose, while people run up and try to touch or get as close to the bull as possible without getting gored.  After about 5 minutes of running around, my brother grabbed me and told me to to to the outside of the arena.  We watched people narrowly evade the charging bulls for half an hour before climbing up to the seats of the arena and made our way out to find the rest of my family, marking the end of my first, but not last time running with the bulls