When I was young I had a bear.His name was Teddy.We used to do things together.Like ride bikes,sit in the grass and talk,read stories, and listen to each others problems. We had so much fun over the years.But after awhile he got torn up.My dog used to get ahold of my poor teddy and tarn him.When that happened I would sew him back together.I pretended that he was having surgery. And when he got out of surgery i would set him in a bed i mad him to recover in.When he got out of the hospital i would be so happy. I would grab him out of his bed and take him outside and talk to him in the trees. When the beautiful sun would set we would lay in the grass and watch it intill it was dark and we had to come in for dinner.
One day when I came home from school I went straight to my room to get teddy and tell him about my day while i was doing my homework.But when I got there he wasn't there.I looked everywhere.I asked my mom if she had seen my teddy and she said no.By the end of the day I never found him.I looked day and night.But never found him.To this day I have still never found my special friend.But at nights when I used to cry myself to sleep in my dark room alone and scared that the monsters would ger my I asked myself......Will I ever see my very small,brown,specail friend again??
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