Random Questions; Random Days



What's a favorite childhood memory you have? When I was about

seven or eight years old, my arrived home early from work. This was unusual

because she rode public transportation and that always took *forever*. Under

one arm was her purse and packages. Under the other, something black, I

couldn't make it out.



My mom motioned me to come and help her, which I did. Suddenly, the

black thing moved and I shrieked. My mom's face lit up as she laughed. She

threw down her purse and packages and with both arms outstretched, handed me the black thing: it was my first puppy Dookie. I loved that dog so much and my mom made me so happy.