It was Christmas, and I was 8.
I had opened up most of my gifts, including a Where's Waldo book and a Dino Rider (now there's a blast from the past), when my parents gave me an envelope. It held the first clue in a scavenger hunt that eventually lead me to the storage room.
Inside was a cage with my very own hamster. (My dad was allergic to pretty much every kind of animal, so this was the best I was going to get.)
It was instant love, and I'd spend the next 2 years with that little guy riding shotgun in my shirt pocket.
But the real question is, what did I name him?
I named him Waldo because of the book I got that same day.
Feel free to ooh and ahh at my dazzling creativity on that one.