Friday, October 28, 2016
Traveling to New Places
When I was two my parents took me to a act store; we were on a daytime trip. I can somehow close up remember the store and the pair we crossed to get to it. (Im from Cape Cod, Massachusetts so it was either the Bourne or Sagamore Bridge.) To this day I feel the excitement of a itty-bitty kid when intellection about my dad winning the teddy bear come to the shelf for me. I love that teddy bear, Beary, more than anything. I became so attached to it that it became impracticable for me to respite without Beary in my weaponry e really night. When my dad took Beary score the shelf in the toy store he was check off bleak. His fur was a shiny, soft, dulcorate color. The Teddy Bears eyes were brown (plastic) with foul pupils. there was a inflamed ribbon tied more or less his neck in a bow. I had my mom fare it off though. When I adoptd him, he was like a soft pillow. His paws were heavy and filled with little little bead-like things. The claws were marked by four stitche s on from each one foot. The bears look was hard plastic, which was covered in soft velvet.\nAs a little girl I loved traveling and discovering new places to explore; especially day trips. During the day I was self-reliant and nothing could stop me. I would go home and sleep in my own bash but being in the dark was the scariest situation for me to be in as a child. When I was going to make out and it was dark that was a dissimilar story. Beary was always there to take me confidence. At some dose I dreamt that Beary fought off monsters plot of ground I was sleeping. This made it very easy to go to bed. If I was sleeping at a relatives kinfolk or a hotel, though, it was terrifying. There were new scary noises that scarce seemed audible when the lights were off. I would squeeze Beary tightly and hide under(a) my covers. After a little while the fear would disappear because I knew that Beary was going to nourishment me safe. All of this surprised my parents sometimes becau se I was always so fearless during the day. At, night though, I could not sleep without...
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