I was 11 years old. My father had just moved out and my parents were in the middle of their final separation (they'd separated several times before, but this time never got back together). They'd gone bankrupt, so my mom and I had just moved to a new, much smaller, house. Also, my six-year-old cousin had died two months earlier, and the family was still dealing with that. My year-old kitty, Berlioz, had just disappeared (we let him out one night, and he never came back), and I was crushed about that. Summer vacation had just started, and the weather was incredibly hot. I was about a month away from getting my Meeko, he was being born around this time.
I was spending my days riding my bike, playing at the beach and building a little 'fort' in the woods with my best friend, Jessica.