You know that one toy that you carried around as a kid, that one toy that you always had with you. When you were eating, playing, or even sleeping you still had it with you. My Pooh bear form Winnie and Pooh was kind my ‘toy’.

For starters I called it boo, like the little girl called the monster in ‘Monsters Inc’. My parents aid it was cute for a while, then it just got weird. Like sometimes I would throw it in the trash because I got mad at it. Sometimes I would even put diapers on it, then throw those diapers away and put new ones on. I wasted so many diapers:). Sometimes I would even feed it food, and when it wouldn’t open its mouth I would give it a timeout. Yes. I was THAT kid.

Sometimes I would crawl downstairs to my parents room and say that Boo was scared. One time I even tried to convince my mom that she should take care of Boo and I should take care of my younger sister who was 2 months old. When I got in trouble I would always blame it out Boo. I guess you could say that she was my…. scapegoat(hehe).

She was my childhood toy and she has really made an impact on me as a person. She let me grow up and also enjoy my childhood. She was my toy and as a child I really did love her, but now she is stuck in the basement along with the other toys that is just a stage in my life.