&lt;a href=&#039;http://www.hellofayetteville.com/commons/pages/articles/I_Remember_the_Old_Days/229000/&#039;&gt;&lt;img src=&#039;/media/articles/small/9518_image_109615_small.jpg&#039; border=&#039;0&#039; style=&#039;float:left; padding:3px;&#039; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was born at Ft. Eustis, VA -- on post -- in 1929. My first real &quot;memory&quot; of &quot;being&quot; someplace... is when I was about four years old. I remember being in the backyard with my dad, and there was a billy goat tied up there. I recall hearing someone yell, &quot;watch out&quot;... but that billy goat has already &quot;butted&quot; me pretty good. My dad, and some guy that was there, laughed, and laughed.