My Most Treasured Item Is My Stuffed Bear

I decided to pick my teddy bear as a child. His name's Wally. Wally Wallace actually. The funny thing is originally this bear wasn't mine. It belonged to my brother, Kelvin. If I recall correctly he made it on a field trip his class took to Build a Bear. He had Wally (or whatever name my brother had for him then) and I had my own. I was 4 years old, and was visiting Accra, Ghana with my mom to meet some relatives. I never left the house without my bear. So I brought her along, which happened to be a really bad idea. One minute I had her and as I entered the airport she was gone. Nowhere to be found. My mom helped me look for her, but we had a limited amount of time. We had a flight to catch. I

A bear symbolizes strength, ferocity, and protection, but the teddy bear means more than that. Although Teddy’s bear had a huge time and meaning in world history, the meaning is often forgotten and replaced with the thought of a children’s toy. Most of the time, people do not think twice about having a teddy bear. While the teddy bear symbolizes what Roosevelt did, several people consider it just another ‘stuffed animal’. Several individuals own a teddy bear, but do not understand the history and legacy that it carries with it.

Something that has been extremely important to me and still is really important to me is my Winnie Pooh blanket. Now you may think why is a teenager still need a blanket to sleep with? Well I have a good reason. This blanket reminds me of my father when I was little. My dad got me this blanket when he was deployed in South Korea, he got this for me because I was little and he loved to bring back presents, since he regretted missing most of my life. My dad has left several times to go serve his country, and I hated it because I missed my dad growing up. I love this blanket right now, even though now my dad is home right now. I don't really know when he will be gone again. This blanket also brings back memories to me, of my younger days when

There are many things that I would love to save, but there are just a few things that have true meaning to me and that I would not be able to leave behind. One of the things that I would save is my diamond earrings that have been given to me. The thing with these earrings is that they have been passed down through generations. I would not be able to leave them because it has family history and has been a possession that is highly cherished in my family. It would be like loosing family history, which is something that would be horrible to loose. Also I would save all the awards that have been given to me through many years of hard work. These awards include the gymnastics awards that I won when I was young, my rodeo ribbons, my speech and debate

“Everyone does. The goal isn’t to live forever, it is to create something that will.”-Chuck Palahniuk. As humans we all die, but we also create everlasting sentimental attachments to objects that held a memory or represents something to us. For me it was a stuffed animal of whom I called Croc. He is a green crocodile that I got as my first Christmas present. Although he was only a stuffed animal he had a great importance to me, and he often represents parts of me that most people don't know of.

The Things they carried were largely determined by necessity. Among the necessities or near-necessities shirts, pants, socks I mean lots of socks, hats gloves, boots,perfume, lotion. Now what I carried from my Christmas presents are a new I Phone the reason I got a new phone is because I dropped my phone in the sink and it got really messed up. Then I got a microphone because i'm starting a you-tube channel up and the audience to hear . Also got a guitar because I love singing and I want to learn how to play it and i got a batman sticker because i painted my room into a batman room.My mother and father got a headphone because I always take their ear buds.They also got apple watches because they don't have a lot if time too to pull their

As young children develop attachments to the parents who comfort them, so too do they develop attachments to particular objects which they use to comfort themselves. An example of these close relationships between children and stuffed animals can be found in Margery Williams’ The Velveteen Rabbit. The protagonist of the story, after losing his china dog with which he had previously slept, utilized his rabbit as a replacement. After a while, the boy became attached to the rabbit. He slept with it every night, took it everywhere with him, and went so far as to take efforts to keep the rabbit comfortable by designing a nest for him while he played. Although that particular story was fictional, the relationship between the boy and his stuffed

Has a softball ever hit you in the face? Well it has happened to me before, several times. Softball is apart of me just like the many other things that make me who I am. The Coat of Arms has allowed me to explain my most important possessions in my life. Thinking of what symbols I should choose for my Coat of Arms, the one thing that came into my mind, like that was softball. I could play softball twenty-four seven if it was ever possible. The positions that I play are; first base, shortstop, third base, and pitcher. Playing softball makes me happy, even when the ball hits me in the face sometimes. The next symbol that came into mind right off the bat was, my family. I love my family in every way, shape, or form. Me and my family come closer

You remember when you was little and you valued something or you had to have something, but as you get older you could care less about it. When i was around 10 or 11 I had to have all the stuffed animals I grew up with on my bed. I wouldn't let anyone touch them because they were mine and mine only .It was about 30 stuffed animals on my bed and I would sleep on them because they were so comfortable and I love having memories, I wouldn't let anyone take them off my bed, I wouldn't even let anyone touch them. Today I don't have much stuffed animals on my bed like iIused to, but I could care less about anyone take them, but I want them

For my coat of arms, I drew a dragon and a moose for the supporters because i think they represent my heritage very well. The reason I used the chinese dragon was because it symbolizes China and my chinese heritage. I also chose the dragon because it was the year I was born in was the year of the dragon. I used a moose for the second supporter because the moose represents my Canadian heritage. The supporters are holding the flags of Hong Kong and the United Kingdom because they represent the main languages I speak, which are English and cantonese, it also represents the language environment I grew up in. Inside the flags we see mountains and wheat. Both of these symbolize Alberta, the province I was born in and where I live right now. I lived

One of the things that I carry with myself is my deck of Kansas University playing cards. The cards remind me of good memories with my brother. Some of the cards are bent, others are beat up in other ways. I remember every little nick and mark on the cards. The cards are a little bit of physical and emotional baggage that i carry with myself everyday.

A colt python revolver in the living room drawer , food in kitchen and eight acres of land. Those were the three things my dad gave me in order for me to survive on my own in a village here in El Salvador. I'm in a house where It's surrounded by farmland and my purpose here was to check the place out with my uncle, but now i'm here trying to survive until someone comes and picks me up from this abandon territory. I didn't plan on spending my time here thinking on what I should do in order to survive , I just wanted to ride horses and blast a couple of bullets into the air like the cowboys I see on television.

Cesar picked up the finished product and immediately hugged the teddy bear. Seeing how important this small object was to him made me realize how fortunate I am in life. Cesar found such joy in making a personalized and unique pillow; such an emotional experience. For the duration of the event, I was fortunate to hear his story and acknowledge the hardships he faced. Kind little gestures like singing his favorite song or constructing a teddy bear, allowed him to forget all he has endured and has brought him some happiness for a while. Sharing his personal story with me and allowing me to help him, gave me an experience I will never forget. Giving back to him and seeing a smile on his face was the most emotional and amazing feeling. I have come to realize, that helping others also provides a rewarding experience for me. At the end of the event, he thanked me, gave me a big hug and told me that he was going to sleep with his new teddy bear that

I like kids but I don’t want them. Me liking kids lead to the enjoyment of me wanting to teach. Seeing a child grow and learn is very special. My love for kids and wanting to help others is my reason for wanting to be a teacher. Being a teacher could fill the void of me not wanting kids being able to return them after a long day. Being able to affect someone's life a very young age. Not being able to give my full attention would be selfish knowing my job revolves around other kids and their needs. I really do like kids. The way I like kids, though is very specific and short term I was able to experience the joy of teaching at a young age. I was able to introduce lesson plans to young kids between the ages 3 and 4 impacting their life and

At this point in my life, reading would definitely not make a list of my favorite things to do, but this wasn’t always the case. Some of my youngest memories involve reading, and many of these memories are enjoyable. Every night before bed my mom would read to me, and I remember begging to read just one more before she tucked me in almost every night. This is when my love for reading sparked. Throughout grade school, I continued to read frequently and never found it to be a chore; however, once middle school hit I no longer included reading as a past time or found it pleasurable. Looking back now I realize this was when English class included more forced literature, and school consisted of reading extensive pages in textbooks. Reading