As a child I was known to be a one of a kind. Always upto some mischief yet fiercely protective about people I loved (even pulled a girls hair who was twice my size just cause she said she would hit my elder brother n got a bald patch back!)

Anyway this is a story when I went out to explore my surroundings as a toddler who was still learning to stand up and walk (forget running, an art I was yet to know existed)
Yours truly had been specifically warned/told/requested not to venture out on my own and generally not allowed to do so on my own. But then a brat who did not believe (oh there were quite a few things I refused to believe just because I was asked to even as a toddler with half a brain!)And accept stuff without having a chance to know why, was just not me.
There was this calf that had become famous for head butting a la Zizou whoever got into its way. Now dear moi wouldn’t accept something like that just because someone else said so, would I? So as soon as I got the chance, one evening I set out with baby steps shaking my diapered bottom. There came the calf with flared nostrils and me the lil matador with wobbly steps walking right towards the calf as all watched in horror.
Thank god the calf had stubby, undeveloped horns and I was too ignorant to understand the implications of what could happen if things went wrong. The calf did what it was known for and poor me went flying with diaper et al and landed in an open drain (thank god a dry one).Howling like how babies do, suitably dissed, with a butt and tummy that hurt for weeks, I was afraid of cows, their family, friends and anything living/non living that remotely resembled one for a long time. Well a very long time indeed! :)