I was just lucky to have twins when I had you and Swifty.” “Can our new sister come swim and play with us?” asked Newsome. “I’m sorry. No, son, she will have to grow for a few weeks before she can learn to swim,” said Mother. “But if I keep her fur fluffed, she can just float on top of the water. “Today we will all go to the Peapod Rocks to have our breakfast,” she announced.
I was procrastinating on my Mom’s request because this meant my childhood was moving in another direction. As I hesitantly stack each Barbie away I reminisce about the years of entertainment, comfort, and creativity these dolls have provided. In the bottom of the bin, I uncover Rapunzel. My eyes swell with tears as my heart begins to pound. I am transported back to when I was six-years-old and she was my favorite Barbie.
Don’t be afraid to stand up for someone in the same way you hope someone would stand up for you. A friendship might even be hatched.” ~Alex and Ani. In preschool, I had a hard time making friends, but I had one named Sydney. She had long red hair and we always played together in a small yellow playhouse. Just like any other day in preschool, we took of our shoes and put them in our cubbies.
Before she did, she just stared through the window watching me play. I could tell she was happy when she began to smile from ear to ear. She laughed whenever Pepper and I would play tug-a-war for the stick. After about five minutes she walked away from the window and through the door. She walked over to me and said, “Cj, it’s time to eat.” Then she reached to grab the stick when Pepper went into his defensive stance.
Daisy guardians demonstrated lots of affection by kissing her cheek at random, as well as, giving her hugs. Daisy herself would even approach her parents just to lean against them or point towards something she wants. I find this comforting because if this attachment would have failed, we would be looking at a maladapted infant (Kanner, 1943; Zaslow and Breger, 1969). This takes me back to the rat video we watched in class, how the mother rat was able to turn on genes with the more licks she gave her baby rat. By observing Daisy I could already tell she is a high-reactive baby, she would constantly put her head down, quite and shy.
I believe that if more people owned dogs, the world would be a much better place. When I was eleven years old, my family decided to adopt a dog from the animal shelter, who we later named Minnie.The people at the shelter didn’t know much about Minnie and her sisters, although they told us that they found the puppies in a bag on the side of the road, leading us to believe they had been thrown out of a car window by their past owner. And you could definitely see the timidity in Minnie’s eyes as her more energetic sisters literally stepped all over her. Miraculously enough, she’d recognized us from a previous visit and actually came up to the glass in her pen to see us. We knew we had to take her home with us, and so we did!
It was a week before I would start kindergarten, it was an early August morning. I was playing outside on my front lawn. I loved to lay my face against the side of the pavement looking at the little water droplets hanging on to the strands of grass. It may sound weird and strange, but I loved when the grass would be wet in the shade but dry in the sun. I stood up to go over and get my best friend Veronica when the blue eyed munchkin came over.
We would play outside in the play set a lot during the summer and swim when she had put gotten the swimming pool filled with water. Sometimes if we were lucky, the two of us would spend the night at Grandma 's house. She lived in a nice neighborhood. The funniest times were when I was outside, she would bring the cats out I 'd play with them and she and I would chase them around the backyard. Growing up, I remember a sad moment I had encountered with her.
Jigsaws for the Jumpy Sally is a seven-year-old girl, who stays after school, because her mother works. While at the the after school program Sally’s teacher Mrs. Friend saw how she was sad and bored. The next day, Mrs. Friend brought her a puzzle.
I raced my brother to the backyard and we fought over who gets to hold him first. It was a long process for my parents. There were many papers that had to be filled out so that was a little boring for us, but we were entertained by playing with the remaining puppies. The lady who sold us the puppy asked me what we were going to name him and I told her that we chose the name Gunner. After I had told her what his name was going to be she had said that she and her kids had named all the puppies for fun and that was already was his name.