traumatizing moments from my past: the girl who stared at goats

meet ian. ian was a pet baby goat i had when i was six or seven.
(note: this picture is not actually ian. cameras weren’t invented back then.)

i loved ian very, very much. i played with him in our yard and fed him blades of grass and daisies. one day, i found a special plant–tall and spindly, with round seedheads–that ian seemed to particularly enjoy. he kept eating them and i kept feeding them to him. we were having so much fun together.

THEN HE DIED.

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