I do remember that my dad and I were in a Mr. Paperback, and I spotted this really freakin' adorable and soft stuffed moose. I fawned over it for a bit and then put it back down on the shelf.
Sometime after that -- my memory is unclear as to exactly how long after -- my dad gave me that moose. He had gone back behind me, and bought it for me.
My memory is very clear as to how scared I was at that time. I was moving away from my family and everything was changing so quickly. Having that moose meant the world to me at that point. The world became a pretty scary place for me as the next few years went on, and it was a reminder that someone out there loved me, no matter how dumb I was.
Great, now I'm making myself cry!
Happy Father's Day, Dad! I love you!
Fear has approved this moosey!