Our life experiences, even those we can’t remember, play a significant role in shaping our personalities. They help determine the things we like or dislike. They peak our interest in certain things.
I remember spending a lot of time at my grandparents home as a child. Until this weekend, I wasn’t aware of how much time I spent there as a child. I remember the outhouse, that was very scary to use at night. I remember the chicken coop and the chickens. I remember eating oatmeal with half-n-half. I remember my grandmother’s cooking, which was always yummy!! I remember several things about time at my grandparents home, except I don’t remember the goat. For a matter-of-fact, I had no idea there was ever a goat until my sister shared that information with me.
Could it be the goat that I don’t remember found its way into my psyche and that is why I have such a big desire to have a home in country with goats? It’s a life experience I don’t remember and I find that lack of memory disappointing.
Maybe the goat that I don’t remember has nothing to do with my deep interest in goats now, but I certainly enjoy being around goats and still hope that one day I have the opportunity to raise a few goats.