One of my earliest memories is of being in Hyde Park outside of Santa Fe, having a picnic with my parents and my brother. At some point during the picnic, a doe approached us, and we were able to feed and then to pet her. My memory is clear around the image of the deer and I how excited I was to be with this large and beautiful animal. As I continued to pet the doe , I found myself underneath her, stroking her soft belly. This must have frightened her and she jumped away, tangling me up in her long legs as she bolted. I went from pure little girl delight to pure little girl terror when I felt the hooves trample, then push off of me. I wasn't hurt, although I know I cried for a long, long time.
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