I am a die-hard city girl. I think concrete is a staple of civilization.
One damp fall day, sometime after my 25th birthday, my family brought me apple-picking. On a farm. Did you know that farms had endless supplies of mud? Never saw that one coming.
We embarked in a wagon, which brought us through the farm-land, closer to the realm of apples. We drove past pumpkin patches and various animals, making animal sounds.
And then we chanced upon a large, very loud animal, making braying sounds.
Amazed, I turned to my family, and said (and this is verbatim!) : “Oh wow, I didn’t know goats were that large?! That’s incredible!”
Turns out, it was a donkey.
I have not been apple-picking since: I haven’t worked up the courage to apologize to the donkey.