My favorite childhood toy was a white stuffed bear. My dad gave it to me when I was about four or five years old. It was special because I hardly saw my dad so it was a nice reminder of him. I loved it so much I would constantly take it everywhere even to daycare. I used to sleep with it at night as I believe it would keep me safe. As I grew older I stopped taking it everywhere because I felt like that was embarrassing. I left that bear at my grandmother’s house for safekeeping because I had smaller siblings that would destroy it. One day when went to stay at my grandma’s and my dad was also at her house my appendix ruptured. My dad took my stuffed animal and i took it into surgery with me. It became even more sentimental and special for me that to this day it’s still in my room. It continues being my favorite childhood toy.