When I was little my mom gave me a golden stuffed animal. She told me stories that I would always steal the bear from her room and play with it. She got the bear when the company still distributed them in Las Vegas. I grew up with that bear. I named him “Teddy”. He had always been my best friend. I went to Las Vegas to check if they still made that same bear. They didn’t sadly, so we left back to the hotel and went back home the next day. While I was in the car I realized I was missing something. It turned out to be teddy. I cried the whole ride home. My mom tried her best to make me happy by buying me ones similar to him. She bought me a gray one and I named him “Freddie” but it just wasn’t the same. I kept crying for teddy, my mom later found teddy on eBay. She bought him right away, when I got the news that I would have him back I was so happy. I stayed home from school for weeks and sat down stairs waiting for him to come back. Once he arrived I ripped open the package grabbed him and ran to my mom happy. 9-10 years later I still have him in my room on my bed.

– Eddie

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