This was something that I originally thought would be quite difficult. But then it came to me... one of the earliest memories that I have from my childhood was my beloved Tiger. I was adopted as a baby and the item that I attached to initially was a giant stuffed Tiger that my dad had. It is one of those memories that I can still remember the feel and the smell of it. That tiger brought me lots of happiness. It was a part of my childhood until the ripe age of 3 or 4. I would sit on it and pretend that I was traveling in the pages of Jungle Book and he was my great protector. My picture also shows my dad and my beloved first dog ever, Butch. Happy times, a happy life.
"tenofthirty"
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