Childhood Memory: My Stuffed Frog

Childhood Memory

Childhood is full of imagination and memories. My fondest childhood memory

would have to be when I was around four years old. At that time, I had a stuffed frog. I

took it where ever I went. The stuffed frog was a gift and from the moment I received it,

it became my best friend.

I still remember the day I got it. It was Christmas Day, and out of all of the other

gifts that I received, this one caught my eye immediately. He was a present from my

grandfather. It was a stuffed frog, purple and with little green specks on his back.

The significance of the frog was not only that he was the prettiest thing that I saw, but

that he was given to me by the one person that I admired, and a few months later passed

away. So, I named him Caswell, after my grandfather.

Every night I would always fall asleep with Caswell and everyone morning, there

he would be. I would drag him into the kitchen whenever my mom would make breakfast

and try to feed him. I would also read him stories. One day, I remember trying to kiss

him, so that he would turn into a handsome prince! He became my best friend. I would

take him with me where ever I went. One time, I remember losing track of him and I

was completely devastated. I cried for hours and hours until my mother found him under

the seat in the car. After that, we were always together.

The first day of kindergarten, I took Fred because we were both excited.

After that day, my mom said I couldn’t take him anymore. Through the

years, I steadily put off playing with Caswell because I had other friends to play with,

but to this day I have not forgotten him. I still have him sitting on my dresser in my room.

I will always remember the significance of why I have him and the times when I was

younger that I had with him.

No matter if someone is younger or older, they always have something or

someone that means the world to them....