A couple come to mind.
We owned or cared for a lot of animals growing up - the usual dogs, cats, birds and so on. But we always had animals or fish or something. We looked after a squirrel monkey for a family for a few months while they were overseas. I thought it was a lot of fun but my mother remembers differently.
We had a bazillion pet 'fancy' mice, a few birds over the years (parrots, cockatiels, budgies), pygmy goats, a lamb, rabbits, we hatched ducklings for the school one year. I wish my kids had been able to get the experiences with the critters like we had.
We lived inside the Artic Circle for 18 months - in Coppermine/Kugluktuk. It was sheer insanity at times but lots of great memories - learning how to carve soapstone, scooting along the ice in a skiboose behind the skidoo, ice fishing with my Inuit friends and their families, watching the barges come in (that was like xmas, considering all they carried), when the new Hudson's Bay Co store opened, watching our crazy neighbors when they were drunk and he was on the roof of their house, running around the edge, trying to pee on his wife below, lol. So many fun and crazy memories.
Living in north eastern Alberta (north of the Yellowhead, between Lloyd and Vermilion, about half an hour) on an acreage/farm of sorts, when I was just starting high school. We had quite a few of the critters there. We got a couple of dirtbikes (just little ones) and got permission from the farmer whose pasture land bordered the property we lived on, to ride the bikes there and explore. We (my younger brothers and I) found a great little creek in a sort of valley and it even had a little beach of sorts, and the farmer gave us permission to build a little fire pit there so in the summer months and into the fall, we'd spend days down there, exploring, riding the bikes and we'd haul along hot dogs and buns and other snacks and have a weiner roast. We even camped out there a few times. Considering the otherwise craptastic childhood we experienced (a lot of abuse), it was our idyll.