I was three or so, we were living in new york. It must've been autumn cause the leaves were all yellow and red and on the lawn. I was out front playing with my mom, dad, and the family dog, a cocker named saffron. At some point I got the idea in my head that I needed to go the the bathroom, so I dropped my drawers and went (#2) in the lawn. Saffron ran over and ate it. I guess maybe it's kind of telling that that's the first memory that really stuck with me.