I was maybe 8 or 9. My grandparents had just moved to San Juan Island in Washington. The very first time we visited, we pulled into the driveway and were hugging and saying hello, when we noticed a doe and a fawn about 30 yards away. I wanted to see them so I went over there. I got about 10 yards from them and they weren't scared. I was watching them and my grandfather came up and gave me a few carrots. The fawn came over and began eating the carrot out of my hand. Soon the doe was, too. The rest of the family was just standing quietly in the driveway, watching. Spent about 5 minutes feeding them, until I ran out of carrots. It was a beautiful experience. I didn't find out until years later that my dad had gotten his .38 from the car and put it in his waistband, just in case. It wasn't necessary as we found out the deer were pretty tame and the people in the neighborhood, mostly retirees, fed them regularly.