My first rabbit was Honey, a slightly older doe from a pet shop. I say slightly older because she was definitely old enough to be sexually mature - she surprised us a few days after coming home by producing a litter of four beautiful baby buns, all of which stayed with us. I must have been about 11.
I was lucky because when I was growing up though my mum used to run a guinea pig rescue and we had enough space for the rabbits to have their own 6ft x 6ft enclosure, unusual in those days.
We also had rabbits left at the rescue from time to time - although my mums passion was guinea pigs, people would dump rabbit and pig pairs on the doorstep, or just rabbits. One of those, Dandelion, was truly crazy . Everytime I read Angie's stories about Calel I think of Dandelion :lol:
I didn't get my 'own' rabbit until October last year, when fluffball Vincent came to live with me. I was 25 then (just had a birthday!).