State a fact about yourself!

When I was five, my mom's friend had a goose. That goose was almost as tall as I was then, and everytime we went to her house, if I wanted to go and see her donkey, the only way was through the goose pen. Everytime I went through that pen, the goose would honk and flap it's wings right in front of me. I used to scream! Because I was so short then, that goose seemed HUGE! So it used to scare me...
To this day I still don't like big white geese... Lol
 
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