confessions of a cowardly kid

Curious cattle sizing me up - near Clayton, New Mexico As a kid I was terrified of cows. Or, so I'm told. I don't recall this (I was too young). But, at least once a year the story is retold by my parents, or my aunt, or my uncle. Typically at a large family gathering when the topic of embarrassing moments arises. "Jeffrey. Remember when we would go check cattle in the pasture? You always wanted to see the cows, but would scream bloody murder and beg us to keep the truck doors shut at first sight. Do you remember? You were so afraid!" I don't remember. But apparently everyone who does continues to find it hilarious. "We've never seen a kid cry like that. You were absolutely mortified." I'm not sure why a traumatized child is funny. I think it is perfectly reasonable for a young child to be afraid of cows. In fact, I would argue that adults need not be ashamed of being fearful of cattle. They are big, can be cantankerous, and aren't known for their listening skills. My Grandad (left)…