Chasing Bulls and Brother's Neglect

When I was 2 or 3, my brother (13 years my senior) was to watch me while I

was playing outside. He was less than diligent in his duties. I apparently snuck

through the fence onto a dairy farm. I was chasing a bull saying, "here kitty,

kitty, kitty." You see, my family had a cat,

and at that age, I called all animals "kitty." My mother came outside and asked my brother

where I was. She saw me in the field. She ran, got me,

and my brother was gone before she got back.