My childhood toy growing up was a stuffed animal. It was a stuffed dog it was white and furry. Are used to carry it around everywhere I went, I would never put it down. One day, whenever I was eight years old I dropped it. We had a family dog named Lila; it was a golden retriever. However our dog was only a puppy and it was very playful, it should my stuffed animal in to bits! My step mom tried to sew it back together, but it never worked. It kept on falling apart.
My childhood toy, oh what a mood-swing this is about to be. My dad had gave me a Dallas Cowboys helmet toy when we both had went to a game when I was the age of 5. The toy is really amazing, it’s a bobblehead helmet of the Dallas Cowboys logo on the right side and my favorite number, 24, on the left side.
3 years later, age of 8, my dad had left the house to supposedly get a coffee from Starbucks, never saw him since then. My mom and I, dreadful waiting for him to come back some time soon. I look at the toy everyday hoping he would summon back into my existence, but no. We have gone through 7 years without him, and we don’t need him. My mom is all I need, the true love of my life
