Most people are scared of legit things.  Not me.  I'm scared of goats.  As in terrified.  To understand, I have to take you back to my childhood.

I was born in Washington State and lived out the middle of the country surrounded by forests.  The road that I lived on was a gravel road and if I close my eyes, I can still hear the crunch of the rocks under my parent's car. But I digress.  There was a family who lived about a quarter mile or so from my house and they had a million kids and a million animals to go with those million kids.

My uncle Tom is eight year old than I, so we used to hang out a lot together.  One day he took me on his 4-wheeler to visit his friends who had a million kids and a million animals.  I remember the day as if it were yesterday.  My mom always made me wear a dress and that day was no different.  I remember feeling pretty as I climbed up on the 4-wheeler in my dress with my white laced socks, black dress shoes and hair in pigtails with ribbons tied around.

It was a warm day and I went in to the house with the million kids to say hello to the mother and then ran out as fast as I could because it was stifling in the house and I remember there being a lot of flies circling around.  My uncle was preoccupied, talking to one of the boys so I walked over to the pen with the goats.  I was a tiny little girl and my head came right to the break in the wire.  I was too young to know that this was bad.

I remember reaching out for one goat and seeing another goat in the corner of my eye come toward me.  I wasn't scared yet.   It inched closer.  Still wasn't scared.  And then that bad goat that had slowly been moving toward me took my entire ponytail in it's mouth and started to chew!

I was in the front yard and my uncle was in the backyard and although I was screaming, he didn't come and since he wasn't coming and I couldn't wiggle away from the goat and was too terrified to do anything but scream, the bad goat kept eating.

By the time my uncle got to me I had one perfect ponytail on the left side of my head and one perfect stub where my hair had been on the right side of my head.  My uncle saw me and started to laugh hysterically.  Then the million kids started to laugh at me.  I didn't find it funny.

So, since I was a little girl, I've been terrified of goats.  But now, at the age of 30-something, I think it's time to get over that fear.  I've got a compromise to make with you.  I know I'll only get over my fear of touching a goat if you hold me to it, but it's not quite as simple as that.

Here's my proposition:

If the Hawk Morning Show Facebook page can get to 1,000 likes by this Saturday afternoon, I'll step out of my comfort zone and pet a goat. *Gasp!*  I'll even get it on video to share with you.

Help me get over my fear by having to keep my word and pet a goat. Click like and then tell everyone you know to do the same!