El toro va a comer mi sueco

My dad just emailed me this picture. I must be around three or four, when we lived in Spain, and I cry not because of fear of that itty bitty calf but because I was convinced the "bull" was going to eat my shoes (clogs actually). I think this is one of his favorite stories to tell about me, that and how the Montessori school I went to around the same time as this picture taught me to put on my coat (laying it on the floor and doing a somersault in to it).

On a side note... I think I see a bit of a resemblance between the Squink and I in this photo.

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