I don’t know if it’s what you’d call a treasured possession, but it was at the time. I was about, oh, fifth grade or so, and my parents finally agreed to let us have a dog. They got that way because the neighbor’s dog had puppies and we were pestering them to get a dog, so you know how that goes. So we walked over to the neighbor’s and picked out a puppy. It was some kind of collie mix, so it looked like a short-haired Lassie, kind of. We don’t know for sure what it was, but it was just a little, tiny puppy. When you’re only 11 years old or so, that’s quite a possession. I got to carry it home, and it was cold, so I put it under my coat. And that dog became all of our friends. So that was, at the time, a pretty prized possession. I think that would be considered a pretty good part of the story. Made me think of that when everyone else was talking.