A big black long-haired dog who i didn't consent to, or even remember first getting, since it was my seond birthday. Found out later that my birthday was just an excuse for my parents to get a dog, and i don't remember much about him, nor did i really feel deep sadness when he suddenly disappeared about 8 years later. I do remeber through pictures that i used to sit on his back when i was absolutely tiny, and that he moulted like crazy, but nothing else, really.
My first 'actual' pet was Musti, my sweet and special bunny buck with whom i learned about the world of actually, seriously taking care of a (rarer sort of) life that depended on me, and pushing for the betterment of his life, even if it was short.
TPBM, where have you never been to, and would never like to go? Why?