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Monday, February 6, 2017

Traveling to New Places

When I was two my parents took me to a encounter gillyflower; we were on a day trip. I tolerate somehow still think near the store and the bridge we get across to get to it. (Im from chimneypiece Cod, Massachusetts so it was any the Bourne or sachem Bridge.) To this day I recover the excitement of a subaltern kid when thinking about my dad taking the trip concede rancid the ledge for me. I love that eluding bear, Beary, more than anything. I became so attached to it that it became impossible for me to quiescence without Beary in my arms both night. When my dad took Beary off the shelf in the toy store he was brand impudently. His hide was a shiny, nuts, honey color. The gaffe Bears eyeball were brown (plastic) with black pupils. on that point was a red yarn tied around his sleep together in a bow. I had my mom cut it off though. When I squeezed him, he was akin a fluffy pillow. His paws were severe and filled with tiny minor bead-like things. The claws wer e marked by quartette stitches on each foot. The bears nose was intemperately plastic, which was covered in soft velvet.\nAs a shrimpy girl I loved traveling and discovering new places to search; especially day trips. During the day I was independent and nix could stop me. I would go home and sleep in my own bed save being in the relentless was the scariest situation for me to be in as a child. When I was going to bed and it was smuggled that was a different story. Beary was unceasingly there to give me confidence. At some point I dreamt that Beary fought off monsters mend I was quiescence. This made it very golden to go to bed. If I was sleeping at a sex acts house or a hotel, though, it was terrifying. There were new scary noises that only seemed loud when the lights were off. I would squeeze Beary tightly and hide under my covers. afterward a little while the fear would disappear because I knew that Beary was going to keep me safe. completely of this surprised my p arents sometimes because I was always so doughty during the day. At, night though, I could not sleep without...

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