Standing in the hallway as my father talked to my new kindergarten teacher, I was nervous and scared like any other child my age. When my father was done talking to my new teacher, he pulled me off to the side and asked me how I was feeling. Not words to respond with I hugged his leg as tightly as I could and refused to let go. This only made my father laugh; he told me I had nothing to fear because I was going to have someone special with me. Looking up at him with puzzled eyes, he smiled at me kindly and slowly brought out a bear that was only slightly smaller than my chest and waist. As soon as I hugged the bear to my chest I knew that everything was going to be alright. As I familiarized myself with my new brown furred companion, my father told me his name and his history in my family. His name was “Mr. Teddy” and looking at his red bowtie I could understand why (It made him look like he was a super spy. I’m sure if he could talk he would introduce himself as “Teddy… Mr. Teddy”) Mr. Teddy was originally a gift from my great grandfather to my grandfather back when he was a small child, which in turn, he gave to my father, who then passed it on to me. I examined my companion father to discover that we were very similar in appearance, yet completely different. His eyes, even though they were a deeper shade of brown, were similar to mine. Along with his fur (I don’t have fur, but my hair) was a similar shade of brown too. Except for the obvious reasons like he was a bear, and was filled with stuffing. The only differences between us were his coal like black nose and a red rose colored bowtie. From that moment on, I knew I would never have to worry about being alone again. No matter what happened during my child hood, wither it was helping me save my family by beating up the monsters in my basement. Exploring the dark and spooky area’s around my house or protecting whiles I slept during those extra dark...