Legendary Woodsman

My first memory would be around the time I was 5 years old. I was on the beach in Lisbon with my cousins making castles and we found a gardening spade buried in the sand.

My dad bringing home our first family dog. Can't remember what age I was. Somewhere in the single digits for sure. For some reason he placed him at the bottom of the basement stairs for us to come across. He was waiting by the dog (so we don't step on him I suppose). My brother and I nearly fell down the stairs in our excitement to get to him - this beautiful black labrador puppy that was snoozing in some blankets.

Mine isn't so nice: turns out I was 3 at the time. But my uncle convinced my 5 year old coucin it'd be funny to push me off the armchair's stool. I remember falling, crying, and hearing my uncle laughing (my mom filled in gaps when I told her about it cuz I thought it was just a bad dream).
Otherwise I was 5 when I got my cat Truffles for Christmas. My parents had stuck her in an orange box (with the big holes) like 2 minutes before i came down. She lived 19 years and 8 months. Best. Gift. Ever.