When I was about 3
My mum (who was a teacher at kindergarten) took the kids to a zoo type thing with a petting zoo area in Germany (where we lived at the time). Because I was little I went along with them. There I was merrily feeding a little baby goat when a big male goat came up and wanted food, I didn't want to give him any, I wanted to give it to the little cute one but the big goat kept trying to get the food, he ripped the bag and I started to run to stop him getting the food. Unfortunatly he chased me, it took me a while to twig that people were shouting for me to drop the food, when I did so he stopped chasing me. This experience has lead me to believe that goats are evil and should be stopped.
There's also the time that my aunty was walking through a field in Northern Ireland with her son and her boyfriend. Boyfriend mentioned that the cow in said field was running their way, my aunty never even stopped to look round, she just legged it, when she stopped running she noticed that her boyfriend and her son were killing themselves laughing at her and the cow was where it had been for the whole time. She's a bit ashamed of herself for not even trying to save her son
( Roxy_Hart is so so old, Sun 5 Jun 2005, 17:25, Reply)