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I heard an amusing story today. An RN told me that when she was a kid, she loved to pet cows (she grew up on a farm). She would go out in the cow pasture and lie down on her back, keeping very still. Cows, being curious creatures, would come stand around her and bend their heads down to see why she was there and what she was doing. She would very quickly stroke one of them on the nose, and they would all run away. Now she wonders why her mother let her do things like that! And why she never got kicked in the head. Thank God for the permissiveness of the old days! (Although she is the same age as my oldest daughter, and we never let her wander around by herself. I always went with her.)