I remember both my fathers and my mothers parents having cows, my mothers parents had this really sweet stable for the cow and it's offspring, it had old wood in it and stank of cow, also chickens.Anyway i wasn't that scared of the cow, atleast not until she would have a calf, i always feared the little bastard because i was expecting, when i approach it, touch it or even look it funny the cow would maul me, that never happened, also fresh, steaming hot cow milk is the juice of the gods, i remeber drooling over a fresh bucketfull of it, then proceeding to chug it down with some hombaked bread(boy was that godly).Then all i remember from the cow my fathers father had is being batshit insane, i remember when the damn bitch was standing behind him while he was talking to someone, then she gets up on her back legs and puts her hooves on his shoulders, it was like a freaking circus.Then after some time i remember it being killed, i saw the blood and the gore, and i remember the man who killed it, when he opened her up bloodied milk started to flow out of her gut, he recommended it as being tasty and healthy.
What i really have problems with are pigs, also coming from a case of childhood scare, i was with this old woman, she was a family friend and seeing as i was a sweet kid i could really hang out with any of those people in the village, anyway she went to feed her pigs, i wanted to come, so i did, it was away from most houses, in the fields, a solid brick construction with a couple of pigs inside, she was throwing them food and i was at the wooden gate to the pen looking curiosliy at the bastards gorging themselves in the crap she was throwing them, then one big motherfucker decides it would be fun to eat my face and jumps at the gate, i recoil with a scream and promplty run away as fast as i can, leaving the old woman to fight them herself.She survived of course as none of them got out, but to this day i have a fear of pigs, that they will eat my legs or something if they come close, Snatch didn't help that fear.