It’s weird to think that a floppy stuffed animal can have such an important place in a child's heart, but it can. My favorite thing when I was a child was a stuffed elephant named Lumpy. He was named after a character in Winnie the Pooh. He was blue and flopped over whenever I tried to sit him up. I always had him with me when I slept. When I would wake up I would set him up on my pillow and make it look like he was waiting for me to return. I could take comfort in the fact that he was always there waiting for me, and that he would always be right where I left him. Whenever I would travel I would make sure to bring him. Seeing that blue floppy elephant as a child made all my troubles melt away. Sadly when we grow up our problems become more complicated than …show more content…
I was in 7th grade and I was on spring break with my family. I had brought Lumpy with me on the trip. During our third day there my mom had us switch rooms for some reason. What I didn’t know was that I had left him in the first room we stayed in. I started crying and thought I had lost him forever. My mom called the front desk, but they said they didn’t see him. I was devastated. When we returned home a package was on our front porch. It was from the hotel, and in it was Lumpy. I rejoiced, and was so thankful that the hotel mailed him home. Lumpy will always have a special place in my heart. Looking back on all of my memories based on Lumpy, I am really glad that my mom decided to make me wait two months before I got him. It was even more special when I got him because it was something that I really wanted, and actually cared about. When I look back on the incident with the hotel, it taught me a very valuable lesson, which is to never bring something that you care a lot about on vacation. Other than that, I’m glad that I had a special stuffed animal that got me through my childhood and made my days
I was sitting in a big brown chair and my dad asked me if I wanted to hold her I said yes so then my dad gave her to me and I was scared so I gave her back to my dad after 2min.
It was a cold, dreary night in the month of October in 2003. It was the night before Scarlett’s mothers funeral, she had only been 3 years old. The only thing that made her happy was a stuffed monkey with a picture of her mom in the belly. Scarlett had grown up with her dad Frank in California, and as she hit 9 years old Carla had started coming around more.
Prompt: How does the possession of an object reveal certain characteristics that an individual carries ? Growing up, many children attach themselves to an object such as a blanket or a stuffed animal. These objects give the child comfort and serenity when in an environment in to which he or she is not accustomed. Author’s use rhetorical devices such as figurative language and symbols in order to help reveal certain characteristics pertaining to one’s identity.
A bitter-sweet story of my childhood was in half day kindergarten we had a meeting with our parents and the teacher at the end of the year and the first two kids to get to her classroom got a fish. I was the first and I got fish and its name was Snowflake. I died about two weeks later so me and my mom went to Walmart and bought a new one.
Throughout my life I have collected many sentimental objects and symbols that represent achievements, memories, friendships, and my childhood. I constantly look back at those items, as they lay in my room, in order to relive the happiness it reminds me of. I plan to carry these articles with me as long as I live, because they each portray different stories that I want to remember forever. Just like how Holden holds close to Allie’s baseball mitt, I hold close to many items as well. Among the many artifacts that I possess and are on display in my room, some of my favorites include: a starfish, photos to document past memories, a scrapbook, and a tennis medal.
It reminds me of the great memories I had with her, the way she was able to make me laugh, and how she was there for me, even though she lived in California, it always felt like she was always there right by my side. This is an item that I will always carry with
I'd disappeared one day. Six months later there I was in the middle of nowhere with no money, clothes, and in the middle of summer. It could have been worse I guess, it could have been winter but naked in the girls locker room. Well no one could tell what had happen to me, and I wasn't excited to tell either, not that they would believe me.
Many people have certain objects that either bring out an emotion within themselves or remind them about something in particular. These certain objects represent different aspects of life. For example, a beloved family heirloom that has been passed down for generations could evoke memories and feelings about family members who have passed on. Personally, I have never had anything special given to me from family members or anything, in particular, which I kept from when I was growing up. My color guard rifle, FFA Official Jacket, and my copy of the last picture I have with my sister all hold importance to me due to each object representing either transition, love, or loss in a period of my life.
In August of 2011 I found out that my mother had breast cancer. She and my father sat my older brother and I down and broke the news to us. I was stunned, shocked, fearful, and confused all at the same time. I was only in the eighth grade, so I did not completely understand all the ramifications this would bring to my family and me however, I did understand that word…. Cancer.
I had just gotten home from a long day at school and went upstairs to my bedroom. I remember being very tired, like usual, and being so glad to be finally home and able to relax. I was texting one of my friends about the NBA, we argued about the NBA very often. We were having our usual conversation, Lebron James vs. Kevin Durant. Of course Lebron is better, but I will not get into that.
It was two months before my fifth grade graduation and three years from my parents divorce. Little did I know the news my mom told me that day would change my life forever. Tears came down my face when she told me we were going to be moving to New Jersey. At this moment I was feeling very confused and startled. Not only was I upset because I was leaving a place I have called home for eight years, but because I was leaving my friends and most importantly my dad and brother.
Monday through Friday I stayed with my grandmother and great aunt, so that I could go to school. I was in elementary school at the time. I use to listen to my uncle play different types of music on his stereo so that he could mimic the sound with the instruments he was playing. I used to sing along with him dreaming that one day I would be able to sing just like the singers on the albums my uncle would play to. As time went on, my mother met a man that she felt was a good man.
Chase Barclay Dr. McGarrity Humanities-7 7 November 2014 Book Review: The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey In The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey, Cassie Sullivan tries to survive the 5th Wave, while trying to rescue her five-year-old brother, Sammy, from a military compound run by The Others. These five waves have been run by a group of aliens called, The Others, who have been trying to inhabit Earth. Cassie is trying to go to the compound, Camp Haven, where The Others are putting their plan (The 5th Wave) into action.
Occasionally, my dad would sleep in a different room in the house. One day shortly after the end of my fourth grade year, when what was to be a summer to remember, my mom broke the news to me and my brother. It had ended. Mom and dad were getting divorced. I remember feeling shocked and confused.
We gave him lot’s of attention. He was pretty scared, being with a bunch of new people in a car. Poncho was nice to me the first few years we had him. I wasn’t the smartest kid when I was younger. I would pester Poncho so much.