My favorite childhood memory is one that is fairly simple. When I was 3 years old, my dad lived in the top floor of a duplex after him and my mother got a divorce. We had to walk up this long flight of stairs outside in order to get to his place where he lived with the three cats that we all loved.
When I got there one day, my dad talked to the neighbor that lived below us who had a few dogs. One of those dogs was the kindest black Lab I’ve met to this day. They let him into the place where he tried to play with our cats while I wanted to play with him.
It’s the simplest moment, but it reminds me of the innocentness of parts of my childhood. I don’t want to go back to being a child, but this is the memory that reminds me of the positives of life back then.