One day when I was about 12 my dad woke me up at my moms house (theyre divorced) really early on a Saturday and told me I had to go with him, but wouldnt tell me why. It was very odd for my dad to be at my moms let alone wake me up and drag me out of the house, but I did because he seemed really excited. So we drive down to the yacht club where my family has a boat, still having no idea why I am up and going somewhere with my dad at such an early hour. So we get to the docks and we walk to where they keep the big ol yachts (we have a rather small motor boat we keep there, we aint that fancy) and we walk to a HUGE cigarette boat called Endangered Species. My dad, who always finds a way to make friends with random people, begins talking to this guy that is standing next to a large dog crate and he introduces me. The guy then opens the cage and my dads all smiles as a fucking baby tiger walks out. Obviously, I lost my shit and hit my knees as the most epic possible thing to walk out of a dog crate comes barreling over to me. I then got to play with this tiger cub for the next few hours and walk him and feed him and just do whatever a 12 year old does when he gets to meet a baby tiger. My dad and I never really had that tight of a father-son relationship, but this by far is one of my favorite memories.

TL;DR My dad stole me to play with a tiger