I had a memory with a baby squirrel when I was around 10-12 that I'll never forget.

In the yard in front of my house, there is a big oak tree. They're quite common along this little street, which is lovely since it brings lots of squirrels and birds.

I was taking a walk with my dad until we passed a bush very close to our house, a block away or so. There was a sweet baby squirrel that hopped along, following behind us. I smiled and laughed, telling my dad the squirrel was following us. I smiled as I saw it hop and hop along, following me, until I had arrived back home and was standing near the front door of my house, looking at the squirrel on the path to my door. He was so cute!

I gently bent down to watch him, until he started hopping towards me. I smiled and was rather amazed to see this since squirrels are usually so shy. I love them!

The squirrel started to climb my leg. I laughed and smiled as he climbed further until he had climbed up on my chest. I called my dad, who was inside, and shouted: "Dad, the squirrel is climbing me!" My dad was getting something, and couldn't hear, but I savored the moment.

I eventually was able to gently walk over to the front yard's bench, where I saw with the squirrel still clung on my chest. As I sat, he eventually had sat across my lap and I was even able to pet him, and his soft tail. I smile whenever I am thinking about this memory. He was a lovely little one!