When I was little I just couldn’t live without my Winnie The Pooh. It meant everything yo me, and I would take it anywhere and everywhere. It was the best toy ever—or so I thought. It was all yellow with a little red shirt. I would always be playing with it throughout the whole day everyday. Ever single night I would go to sleep with it. It meant the world to me whenever I miss placed it I wouldn’t stop crying until I found it.