10-06-2015, 02:50 PM
I was just thinking of this the other day, and I think it was when my dad brought home our dog, Hawkeye. I was about 4, and it was late October/early November, and raining. He came into my bedroom with something hidden in his jacket, and pulled out the tiny puppy. I think that was when I had the most happiness. At least, it's almost impossible to think of a contender.
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