My special thing was given to me when I was born. It is a light brown stuffed dog, with dark brown eyes and a long tail, called Rags. I've slept with him every night, except for about a month when I was four.

On my fourth birthday, I got the cutest stuffed kitten. Much cuter than my old, boring dog I had for years! It was small and had dark brown and light brown spots on it. So I decided that dogs were out and cats were in. I carelessly tossed my old, tattered dog into my incredibly messy closet. Then I buried it in old toys and small clothes.

However, I soon grew tired of cats, and wanted Rags back. So, I scrambled to the closet and searched it thoroughly to find him. I decided that, instead of asking Mommy, I would be a big girl and find him myself. But after many days of searching, I got discouraged and VERY cranky! Finally, I went to my mom and asked her where my Rags was. She took my hand and led me to my room. She got something from the top shelf of my closet. My Rags! When she had cleaned out my closet she left him there, because she knew I would want him back. I hugged her and thanked her joyfully.

So, when people ask me if I still sleep with a stuffed animal, I say yes. I probably won't sleep with him forever, but I know I'll keep him forever.