Wild animals and pets

The black sheep 

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the masked bandit

A few years ago my grandmother brought a big box with holes. We were not sure what was inside the box until we heard a "baa". We couldn't believe it! A beautiful and tiny black sheep became my first pet. We prepared milk everyday to feed Ricky. We saw it growing up and how its horns started to appear. 

A few years later my second beloved pet arrived. It had the darkest sable mask in the litter. Dupetto was quite special and different from other ferrets. Its favorite toy was a plastic frog with long arms. It was a privilege to have Ricky and Dupetto in our family, we miss them. Pets should live forever!

Writing about pets brought to my mind a NatGeo's documentary. It showed the sad reality of some animals. Tons of them have lost their natural habitats (destroyed by greedy industries) and others have been abused. Furthermore, it showed some rescue organizations. They help injured animals and save them from extinction. I think these are the only two justified reasons to keep the animals in some zoos.

I want to have a dog and of course, take care of it, not like some people who keep them tied up in a small space or abandoned on the streets. This leak of love makes some dogs get stressed and aggressive making necessary the use of a muzzle.

I like dogs but if I were an animal I would be an eagle because they can fly wherever they want and see the beauty of this world from the sky. 

My childhood

Childhood

"Now my feet won't touch the ground"...this is just a part of the song "Life in technicolor II" but every time I heard it I have memories from my childhood days, to be a little bit more specific I remember when my cousins and I were imitating the marionettes of the song's video. 

I'm an only child but I spent my entire childhood with my cousins, in fact, one of my fondest childhood memories is playing with them in my aunt's garden. That summer day my aunt got a lot of cardboard boxes and we used them to build tunnels and a sort of maze. We played from early in the morning until late at night.

I have another lovely memory, when I was 5 years old my father taught me to ride a bike (a tiny pink bicycle). I remember being so proud of myself because I didn't use training wheels, I must admit my father was an amazing teacher.

Describe my childhood memories as they deserve would require a lot of time, so to summarize, my childhood was a sweet and an amazing life stage.