When I was around three years old my mother took my older brother and myself to the zoo. As we passed the section where the goats were kept, we noticed the gate to the pen was open. At this point somewhere between 10-20 goats came stampeding at us. We were quickly surrounded by aggressive goats climbing on us; I still remember my older brother (who was around 6) punching multiple goats in the face. My mother figured out that they were after our lunch, so she threw the bag with our sandwiches as far a way as possible and the goats quickly ran after them. luckily we got away injury free.
Kingshelman Kingshelman
31-35, M
Aug 18, 2014