Most of the time, life in general scares me. Growing up in the country, one of the earliest memories involved walking through my grandfather’s barn. As a child, a cow seemed so intimidating. I was barely four feet tall and 40 pounds, while each cow was the same height but 1,100 pounds—27 times bigger than me. I would walk through the stanchions, where the cows were lined up for milking. It was like a sidewalk, and at the end was a large room. The walkway was surrounded by metal bars on three sides.
