My Amazing Childhood Memory that you are JEALOUS of!

     When I was little, about 2, I used to go to my dad's work parties. One time when I was there, my dad was walking around the building with me, video taping. We walked by this one office with a bunch of Halloween decorations in it, and it all belonged to a guy named Dave. So I walked into the cubicle, and I saw this rubber rat (it was a pretty scary rat for kids my age, then!), but I wasn't scared of it. So i walked up to it (and considering how small I was back then, this rat was about my size, just a little bit smaller) and I started shaking its hand. So then my dad said we had to leave and find my mom, but I was so amused by the rat. So I said "Dad! We have to take the rat with us!" He agreed and I started walking the wrong way, but then he helped me figure out where to go. I then ran up to my mom and the other workers yelling, "MOM! MOM!!! LOOKY, ITS A DINOSAUR!!!!!" Everyone there started laughing, and my mom said "No, that's a rat. That's Dave's rat." So I giggled, and my mom got a straight face. She yelled, "Kasia, that's Dave's rat. You need to give it back now." So my face went from happy to sad and I said "No, this is Kasia's rat, mom!" So everyone started laughing. Eventually I gave it back, but apparently I liked it so much, I made my dad buy me one exactly like it. Later that week, while we were in our basement, I was looking for the rat, and my dad was looking for his cable. He said, "Hey, Kasia, have you seen daddy's cable? It's like a black string, but thinker." While looking for my rat, I replied, "No, dad!" As I was walking around, my dad was moving the camera around, he zoomed up on a random thing in the background and said, "Actually, daddy just found it." Then as I was walking around, I got bored and asked my dad if we could go outside, so he said sure. When we were outside, I was walking around with my rat (because I FINALLY found it) and i was talking to him and hugging the rat and it must have creep-ed  my dad out, because later in my life, he ended up throwing the rat our because he thought it had a bad influence and I would grow up liking nasty, horror, scary things. But, I don't. Look at me now, dad! I'm scared of basketballs! Way to be overprotective. Laugh laugh! Good times, good times... I miss that rat, though.