My first memory is from when I lived in Middleburgh, New York. I was about 3-4 years old and I was outside of my house playing with my 2 dogs. One was a sheepdog mix and the other was a poodle mix. While playing the poodle (whose name I don't remember) accidentally scratched my face under my right eye. I started bleeding and my mom made me go inside to clean me up and I started crying because I wanted to stay out and play in the show. To this day I still have a light scar under my eye.
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