Blog # 11

There is a teady bear that sits on the top of my desk. Right now all that you can see is it paw that is pink with a white on the front side of the hand. This teddy bear has been with me since the say that I was born into this world. This is the pink bear that my daddy gave me. I honestly do not have any real memories with this bear, I did not bring it to and from places with me or have trouble parting with it. I think it was part of my pretend class one or two times when i was little, but that as far as it goes. Yet this bear means the world to be simply because of WHO gave it to me. My dad lives in another state and even when he did not, he never lived with me. So looking up at that bear was like always having him around. I was an independance little girl so I didnt need the bear, or my dad with me all the time, but knowing he was always there made me safe. If possible I will hold on to this bear my whole life, for the symbol that it stands for will not always be around. My father holds a very special place in my heart, and so does this pink teddy bear sitting way up high in my room.