One of my most vivid memories as a little child, perhaps even my first memories, were of Sam the Ram. Growing up we had pigs, guinea hens, dogs, cats, sheep, and one Ram--Sam. Under the watchful eye of my dad, I would ride on Sam’s back over our yard. (There are many pictures documenting this experience.) Sam was gentle and big and I have no memory of being afraid, despite his size and large ram horns.
