Join Date: Feb 2013
Location: Northwest Florida
I was around 14 yrs old and we lived right by a junk yard that was surrounded by a wire to keep the evil guard Billy Goat in and everyone else out. He would chase you til you either left the yard or mistakenly climbed inside one of the vehicles. You would stay there til someone came for you when they heard him hollaring...
Me and my brother were trying to call the goat over to us to pet it. He would come only so far then walk away. Well, he finally got withing reaching distance and I decided to reach over to pet him. Problem was I grabbed the wire as I leaned over reaching him with one leg in the air. Here I am trying not to go anymore forward and unable to bring myself back from thinking of being shocked while screaming. Instead of helping me, my brother ran up to the house crying to my mom that I was dieing. I finally managed to let go and fell limp chest first onto the wire before falling back away from it onto the ground.
Mom, dad and little brother show up to see me laying on the ground with spasmic twitches.. Dad and brother decide to help me up and what do I do as they get me to the sitting position? Yep, I grab the wire, with them ahold of each arm, to help pull myself up and we all 3 get a shock and knocked to the ground. My mother is standing there laughing harder than I had ever seen her laugh before. She literally had tears running down her face while bent over.
Looking over at the goat, I swear he had a huge grin on his face at his accomplishment, too.
I am Second
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