I grew up in Scotland and my favorite memory was going to school early in the morning with the snow on the ground, and poking their little heads above the white powder, were colouful crocuses. As a little girl I marveled at their bravery.

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But the other regular thing we did was go for long walks in the country with my dad, and he would show us how the hedgehog would curl into a ball at the slightest touch.

So much I could talk about regarding my home country. :)