Why Is It Important To Have Stuffed Animals

I have had many possessions precious to me, but non-mount to the only thing that I have had since I was born, my baby blanket. The blanket has gone through life with me, been with me through it all. This blanket is my childhood; it means the most to me and it is the memories I couldn’t bear to hold. Though it’s a torn up piece of fabric, I could never let it

Didn’t we all have that one thing that we loved so dearly when we were growing up? It may have been the teddy that you always lost or your favourite blanket that you could not sleep without. Admit it. We’ve all had that

Everywhere I go, I carry with me a tangible piece of my past as both a reminder of who I was, as well as who I have become. Although it seems trivial, this item is my beanie. In an effort to reestablish my image as I entered middle school I grew out my hair started to wear a beanie to school every day. After reaching the end of my middle school experience, I cut my hair (mostly out of desperation in the summer heat). Although my hair was gone, the beanie seemed to stick around. I believe this is because it takes me back to a simpler time in my life, but also serves as a reminder of how much I’ve grown and matured since then. I have no regrets, and it is fully my decision to carry this item, but it brings me comfort because of who I was back then versus who I am now. It only weighs a few ounces, and it weighs down my heart about as much as it weighs down my head: not much.

My second precious possession is my Nanny’s (grandmother) wedding ring. I would take her wedding ring with me because it is the only thing I have from her since she passed away two years ago. My nanny was one of the best people I knew and I miss her everyday, I wish there was a way to be able to see her again but there isn’t and that is really hard on me. Wearing this ring would remind me of her strength, faith, and humbleness that she portrayed during her battle with cancer, and it would be a constant reminder that no matter what happens to me I can get through it. This possession would be one of the hardest things for me to leave

All the toys were shared, and the clothes had been passed around so much no one was sure what belonged to whom. Not even my own underwear was off limits. I had to periodically make the rounds of my sisters' and brothers' room to find things that had "disappeared" from my own. In my house no one ever expects to find something where they left it. The only way not to go insane searching for stuff all the time is to find some really good hiding spots. The biggest problem with having no real sense of ownership is when it's time to clean the house. It doesn't matter how many times my Dad yells, "Whose Lego's are these?" because no one will answer him. No one claims ownership, and no one claims responsibility.

Once you own something, don't you care more about it (just because it is yours). Think about it, if your friend has a new Xbox One you are still going to take care of it. But, if you own a new Xbox One, aren't you going to take care of it more carefully? Just because it is yours, you are going to be more careful and care about it a lot more. Owning something, takes control of who you are. The more you own, the more stressed out you are going to be, because you care about more things more

When you were a kid, you probably carried around some sort of toy that you liked. For girls it might have been barbie dolls or the life-sized baby dolls. If you were a boy it was probably little toy cars (and we all carried around a blanket at one point in our life). But for me it was always stuffed animals that hung around in my hands. I was hardly interested in the dolls and doll houses that other girls had. My mother tells me that wherever I went (and there are pictures to prove it) I always carried a stuffed animal around. Whether it be a pig, cat, or monkey, I was always holding a stuffed toy. When I was told that there was a job for caring for the animals that I cherished, I was overcome with joy, I wouldn’t stop answering the question,

People hold on to pieces of jewelry, furniture, and other symbolic collectables that is passed through generations. These things can remind a person of a loved one that is seen as being priceless.

There are many items that I have in my possession that make me feel accomplished or an item that I use just daily. There is however, some items that have absolutely no idea why I have, and continue to hold on to them. For example, I still have a karate trophy that I really don’t pride, a computer hard drive that should have been thrown away, and some empty boxes of Run Gum. It’s either I don’t want it or I don’t need it, and these three items I really should not have, but will continue to possess.

My artifact is brown and black with almost 2 decades’ worth of memories; this object is my stuffed Rottweiler named Max. This artifact, although motionless with four legs, has walked to the moon and back with me as a child full of imagination. This artifact stores the most precious memories and has been with me at every step in my life. Max is very meaningful to me because we have shared many memories, from birth until now. My stuffed animal has been with me through every ups and downs in life, every change that has ever occurred to me, has been a part my past and present; and represents my future.

Ah Christmas that magical time of year when people seem to forget about the blistering cold and start warming eachothers hearts with kindness and giving. However when I was in the 2nd grade there was only one thing on my mind that year. The Barbie Dream House. Yes i know how cliche of little seven year old me to want a barbie dreamhouse but I did. I wanted it more than anything, I was convinced that as long as I got it my life would be complete. When christmas finally rolled around and I tore the paper off the thing I wanted most I thought that there would be no more troubles and i’d be happy forever However after a little while the novelty wore off. All my friends had already come over to play with it, I lost some of the pieces, and what was left seemed to break. I didn’t like it anymore and ended up just playing with what I had before. At that young impressionable age I learned a very important lesson, material items couldn’t bring me long term happiness.

“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.

Richard Rogers’ song “Favorite Things” talks about how the narrator’s favorite things make them feel better when times aren’t the best. People often have a memento from childhood that they keep throughout their life, such as a stuffed animal or a tea set. These possessions represent a memory or event from one’s life -whether it be from early on or from later in life- which in turn remind them of the feelings from the times they received it. These tokens from their early life often mean the world to them, and this is an accurate description of how I feel about my “Blankie.” My blanket is a source of comfort, every small imperfection has a memory behind it, and these impressions make the blanket unique to my life and my experiences. While most of the details that reside on my blanket are small and often remain unnoticed, each one makes it more important to me.

Sentimental is a word that permeates my mind anytime I have to pack for something. I have never moved, but there have been times when I have to pack up everything in my room for a spring cleaning. I have to tell myself that I am too old, too mature for my childhood thingamajigs and doo-hickeys. Occasionally I will keep something that while it is too childish or unimportant to keep, it shelters fond memories. One such toy is a small stuffed bear. His nose has been chewed off, his eye is matted over with fur, and his seams are well-worn as is his pelt. But he is too precious. He was the first stuffed animal I gave my brother when he was born. As he grew older, he didn't want him anymore, but I keep it to remember all those times he was

Macaroons: nora ! Nora! Please don’t leave me and go… why did she leave me half eaten? what is going to happen of me now!! Torvald detests me, he was always against Nora eating me………why did it have to be me?