Memory Object
The eyes black, looking at you emotionless. The stitched wonky smile giving it a smirk, gave the impression of happiness, warmth and friendship. Cute brown velvet button nose and pale white body. From afar it looked like any normal teddy. If you looked closer though you would notice the marks that made it mine. The black smudges from crying eyes and the rips in the sides from a playful child. Every time it is was washed it lost stuffing, giving it an older look, growing up with me. It had seen and heard more than any of my friends. My protector and listener from when I was an hour old. It looked peaceful and relaxed lying on my bed but when I needed it, it hugged me back and cried with me.
It was my childhood possession, yet it helped me grow. The further away I grew from it the more I knew I was growing up. It is the only thing that I still have that proves I have grown up and that everything that has happened in my life has made me a stronger person and yet shows my vunerable side that something sixteen years old is still in great condition.
I’d sit alone in the playground watching everyone else have a good time. Tag your it, tag your it, tag I never was. The shape of my behind on the bench where I had been left collecting dust. No one to play with, no one to hug. In class I would watch the clock tick away the hours without a word leaving my mouth. Getting home I would run up stairs and jump on my bed grab my teddy and cuddle it. I would spend hours in my room playing with it. It was my best friend. Teacups, dress up, dancing, whatever I wanted it agreed to, no arguing. It would be the princess locked in a castle surrounded by lava and I would be the mighty prince fighting to save her and ride off into the sunset. I would go to visit my family and it would come with me. It cuddled with me while I slept; my own personal guard. It hardly let go off my hand while I stumbled through town at a young age. It was practicaly part of the family. I even bought it a pretty dress one Christmas to wear when my grandparents came round for Christmas dinner. I wrapped it up in pink fairy wrapping paper which had written on it ‘Fairy Christmas’ and had a silver bow stuck on it holding down the gift tag with ‘Dear, Teddy. Merry Christmas, have a magical one. Love Kezia xo’ written on it.
The Term Paper on Christmas Tree 3
“Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year.” Christmas songs like this one and many, many more were stuck in my head for the upcoming holidays. I was December 19, 2001, and these songs from television shows to radios and even from Christmas shopping music at stores were played over and over again until I was humming them myself. With Christmas break coming right around the ...
It sat on its own small chair with plastic food in front of it and water in a plastic glass. It was a human not a teddy in my eyes.
One night my Dad woke me up early in the morning. The sun stretching, slowly waking up to bring us the days light. The grass still wet with morning dew. He looked into my eyes and I could see he was trying not to cry. He told me how my granddad was in hospital, dying. I collapsed down the side of my bed and if by magic my teddy fell forward onto my feet. It was as if it was reminding me it was there for me. The next month was unsparing. My granddad got better, then worse, then better again. In the end though the illness took him, grabbing him away from us. No chance to save him, the sunset was nowhere to be seen. All through this time my mum was a crumbling mess. Everyone was. My dad spent most of his time occupying my little brother to keep his mind off it. I was left being there for mum. She spent months crying. I was her protector now, her listener. I would comfort her, be her rock. No-one realised how much I was hurting though. Apart from my teddy. I would spend my hours cuddling it. I would tell it how I felt and how much I was hurting inside. The week my granddad died I never left my bed. I would not go to school or go out. I did not talk to anyone apart from my teddy. I cried constantly to it. I was never truly alone with it.
The Essay on Paper About Life Time Mother Times
The Longman dictionary of American English defines life as, the force that enables us to continue. Life in my eyes is the interval of time between birth and death. Throughout life you will be placed in situations, and put to the test of time. There will be times when you are joyous, and times when you are sorrowful. This is the period of trial and tribulation. Face the fact life is hard. Being an ...
Everyone had a best friend, however most of the time you fall out with them or grow apart. I have been through so many I have given up having one. Who needs one when you have something much better. My teddy never falls out with me or argues with me about idiotic stuff. It is like my god. I worship it. It sits on the top of my pillow while all my other teddies are below it looking up to it and listening to its every command. At one point in my life I was at such a low point. I felt life was not worth living. I started walking down a path which seemed to be getting darker and darker. I destroyed everything I touched. At my lowest point a hand reached out and grabbed me back into the light. I looked into my teddy’s eyes and seen the happiness within. The caring nature of a child’s toy. My toy. My god. My friend. My saviour. Might sound childish a sixteen year old with a teddy. Without it I might not be here though. It is a big part of my life. It is my heart. When I sleep it fights away the nightmares. Stops the boogie man from coming out from under my bed and getting me. No weapons. No armour. Just the love for me. Love which can fight off anything bad if there is enough of it.
What my teddy has taught me is life itself. People’s most priced procession might be a car, it might be jewellery, mine is a stuffed toy. It means the world to me. If it was to be taken away my world would stop moving, stop turning. No matter how hard life can be there is always someone who is there to listen. It might be a friend, a stranger, a teacher but you will find someone who thinks even your smallest problems is worth their time to listen too. I will always be there for my family and friends, keep any secret they ask me too. I will not tell a living soul but I might let it out to my teddy. It only cost my dad ten pounds from a hospital gift shop on short notice but I owe my life to it. As soon as it was bought it knew its job, its purpose in life. I know that I will never be alone as long as I have my teddy. It has helped me grow up into a strong confident girl. It’s a symbol of growing up, it has taught me to grow up when the time is right and not because I have been forced too. It has helped me solve my problems by listening while I tried to figure out my options. It also shows that everyone still has a childish side somewhere in there and mine is seen through the fact I still have my teddy and still talk to it as if it was a person. For now it rests on my bed watching life go by until next time. It will know what to do. My best friend for life.
The Essay on The Bane Of Life And Beauty Time
The Bane of Life and Beauty: Time 'For every man, Time is an emptying reservoir; to fret over how much you have left only wastes it.' - Lee Connolly. In every person's mind, a clock is running. A pendulum is constantly swinging and ticking into the future, into the unknown. Every person must, at sometime, recognize Time as a measurement of their own life and not something that can be ignored and ...
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