It'd be a portrait taken of myself, my older brother and my younger sister, commemorating the thirty-year anniversary of when a photography studio had done it last, when I and my siblings were all very young. It was a gift to my terminally ill mother, who passed away about eight months later. I had driven across seven states to make that present to her possible. It's in my ex-wife's keep and I have no way of ever seeing it again.
But I don't mean to put a downer on this thread. Plus it doesn't technically count as "stealing" anyhow, since the danged thing's mine anyway. :stickout Let's move onto happier thoughts, and quickly: if you were at a beach where nobody knew you, and the lifeguard agreed to bury you in the sand from your neck to your ankles, and then sat back uninvolved (unless it looked like someone was going to do something truly mean) in his/her lifeguard chair while any and everyone on the beach that day had free reign to tickle your bare feet, would you subject yourself to that from beach opening time til sundown? lol