We were at Melbourne Zoo, my first time there apparently. I vividly remember running around the grassy area near the lion enclosure and I heard that magnificent ROAR! Mum says I was besotted with the almighty lion from that day forward. Even today, I am facinated by them and could watch them for hours on end.
And just like the lion,
I am fiercly protective and loyal and
I am fiercly protective and loyal and
I enjoy lazing about with my pride (cats & dog).
What is your first memory?
How did it shape you?
Do you remember it fondly?
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