Anyone who grew up in upstate New York probably remembers the Catskill Game Farm. You could get up close and personal with baby animals and even feed them from little bottles.
Here's a little gem my mom uncovered of my first encounter with the caprine kind.
I think maybe that goat was a little TOO close and personal. Either that or I'm gazing into its eyes and seeing a future of getting up very early, trudging up a hill in the snow with a five-gallon bucket of water, and spending countless summer afternoons inside making pounds and pounds of cheese.
Of course, there's really nothing I'd rather be doing. I mean, just look at me now.
I guess I haven't changed that much.