Freewrite 3

I remember Christmas when I was Six years old. I got a My Little Pony horse stuffed animal, and I thought it was the absolute best gift I could ever get. I took the stuffed animal everywhere with me. It is the one thing that had always been there through the good times and the bad. The pony gave me comfort on my first day in a new school, nobody saw it because I kept it in my back pack all day. I had it when I had to get my first cavity filled, and I was absolutely horrified I grasped on to it for life on my way to the dentist office. After that it was with me for every doctor appointment. I believe the pony grew up with me. With every year it became slightly tattered and beat up. Every birthday, every first day of school, every time I ever needed it. My little Pony has been there. Admittedly that same very stuffed animal is still sitting on my bed at home for whenever I need it for any sad of stressful moment I encounter.