Childhood Memory: My Stuffed Frog
Childhood Memory
Childhood is full of imagination and memories. My fondest childhood memory
would have to be when I was around four years old. At that time, I had a stuffed frog. I
took it where ever I went. The stuffed frog was a gift and from the moment I received it,
it became my best friend.
I still remember the day I got it. It was Christmas Day, and out of all of the other
gifts that I received, this one caught my eye immediately. He was a present from my
grandfather. It was a stuffed frog, purple and with little green specks on his back.
The significance of the frog was not only that he was the prettiest thing that I saw, but
that he was given to me by the one person that I admired, and a few months later passed
away. So, I named him Caswell, after my grandfather.
Every night I would always fall asleep with Caswell and everyone morning, there
he would be. I would drag him into the kitchen whenever my mom would make breakfast
and try to feed him. I would also read him stories. One day, I remember trying to kiss
him, so that he would turn into a handsome prince! He became my best friend. I would
take him with me where ever I went. One time, I remember losing track of him and I
was completely devastated. I cried for hours and hours until my mother found him under
the seat in the car. After that, we were always together.
The first day of kindergarten, I took Fred because we were both excited.
After that day, my mom said I couldn’t take him anymore. Through the
years, I steadily put off playing with Caswell because I had other friends to play with,
but to this day I have not forgotten him. I still have him sitting on my dresser in my room.
I will always remember the significance of why I have him and the times when I was
younger that I had with him.
No matter if someone is younger or older, they always have something or
someone that means the world to them. In
Childhood is full of imagination and memories. My fondest childhood memory
would have to be when I was around four years old. At that time, I had a stuffed frog. I
took it where ever I went. The stuffed frog was a gift and from the moment I received it,
it became my best friend.
I still remember the day I got it. It was Christmas Day, and out of all of the other
gifts that I received, this one caught my eye immediately. He was a present from my
grandfather. It was a stuffed frog, purple and with little green specks on his back.
The significance of the frog was not only that he was the prettiest thing that I saw, but
that he was given to me by the one person that I admired, and a few months later passed
away. So, I named him Caswell, after my grandfather.
Every night I would always fall asleep with Caswell and everyone morning, there
he would be. I would drag him into the kitchen whenever my mom would make breakfast
and try to feed him. I would also read him stories. One day, I remember trying to kiss
him, so that he would turn into a handsome prince! He became my best friend. I would
take him with me where ever I went. One time, I remember losing track of him and I
was completely devastated. I cried for hours and hours until my mother found him under
the seat in the car. After that, we were always together.
The first day of kindergarten, I took Fred because we were both excited.
After that day, my mom said I couldn’t take him anymore. Through the
years, I steadily put off playing with Caswell because I had other friends to play with,
but to this day I have not forgotten him. I still have him sitting on my dresser in my room.
I will always remember the significance of why I have him and the times when I was
younger that I had with him.
No matter if someone is younger or older, they always have something or
someone that means the world to them. In