moment memoir-11/2/17

My Teddy Bear

The old teddy bear I found in my brother's closet had been moved into my room. It could've been ten years before I got my hands on it, at least that's what it looked like. He had curly light brown fur, and he was very soft and fuzzy. By the time it became mine, he was very worn out, and his fur got stuck together in little patches after a few washes and trips to the playground. He had a plastic nose and plastic eyes that were almost peeling off of the bears face. Also, he wasn’t put in a specific position. His arms and legs were out in different directions like he was about to hug someone.

My bear was extremely old. My parents didn’t understand how he was still put together. Since my bear was very old, the fabric underneath the fur was getting worn out, and it was slowly getting ripped. My mom would take the bear for a little so she would sew up the little rips that I would make by getting it hit on things like chairs and tables or just dragging it on the floor.

No matter how much time my mom would spend on trying to put the bear together, there would still be some rips left that she wouldn’t notice right away. Since I always had him in my hands, I would always touch him and play around with him. I always knew where he was ripped, because I was always with him.

My parents didn’t like when I would try and get away with things. I liked eating candy before I would go to sleep, but my mom and dad would say that all the sugar would make me stay awake, which is called a sugar rush. I never fought with them or argued, but I did find a sneaky way to get what I want without having to scream about it. I always had him when I was going to sleep, every single day, and I would never forget him I found a hole right under his chin that was very hard to spot. The fluff would slowly get lost around the house, so he wasn't as filled as it was when it fell into my hands. I could filled him with anything, or I could've put more fluff in, but I had a better idea. I could easily stuff some chocolate into him, and then eat it when my parents were asleep.

My bear has helped me through a lot, even though he couldn’t talk or move. He was the stuffed animal that I choose over anything.

reflection: The place, person and object moment piece are little stories about a place that is important to you, a person that is important and a object that means something to you. I did well on the snapshot because I think I am very good at describing what the object looked like, so that helped a lot throughout writing the piece. Something I could do better on is describing the moment I remember having with the object. I had lots of moments with the object it is hard to just describe one. Sometimes there are more important moments than others. I liked that I got to think about everything that is important to me, a place, object, and person. Writing all of the moments made me think more about what is important to me and what isn’t. My writing goal for my next writing piece is to work on my word choice and I want to try harder when it comes to having to chose a better word that is more descriptive.