Deer me

When I was little my grandparents had a cabin in the Poconos. My grandmother would row us out to a little island to pick blueberries for the pancakes and to watch the beavers build their dam. But the best part for me were the deer. They weren't tame, but they were used to people enough that they would come to visit for apples and then just hang out. I can't tell you how many times I've heard, "and remember that time Lara tried to ride that deer," like it's something I should be embarrassed about. As if.