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....
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