It was a lovely Spring day and I was watching the world go by from behind the wrought iron gate at the side of our house. I was two years old and we lived in a small village in England then. I was never allowed in the front garden on my own, but I had quite a good view of the street from behind the locked gate. I could see my doggy pals go by with their bipeds, when they went out for their walks.
I saw a little girl I’d never seen before walking along with an adult biped. She saw me and pointed and said something to the adult biped she was with. The adult opened our front gate and, instead of going to the front door, she and the little girl came across the grass towards the gate where I was. I made an excited noise! They started stroking me through the gate. The little girl soon had her arms through as far as she could reach to give me a hug.