My stuffed animal, Buster, has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Buster the brown, beat up dog has been in my life longer than most of my friends. When I was one year old, we moved from Westchester, PA., to our first house in Rochester NY., and our neighbor gave me this little stuffed animal.  Buster is special to me in so many ways, I have endless memories with him. Ever since I got him, I've taken him everywhere. I remember going on walks with him, holding him by his ear, sleeping with him every night, he even experienced my first sleepover with me. I often think about the man who gave Buster to me. I wonder how he’s doing, and I wish he could see how I still have Buster and how much he means to me. Most importantly I wish I could thank him for gifting me the most valuable item I own that means the world to me. 

– A

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