For art class today, we had to carve a sculpture from one of our earliest memories.
When I was very, very young, we had a party at the house we lived in. It was near the woods. We had a small place, with a nice living room. Now, during this party I remember looking out the window and thinking I saw a lion! I don't know why. Maybe I saw a lynx or something, but I was pretty sure I had seen it. That memory sticks with me to this day.
So I carved this lion. It turned out really well, (as in, better than I had hoped for!)
It was a good time.