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        I have a lot of fond childhood memories, most of them in Canada hanging out with my cousins in our cottage. I am not really the person to hold onto or cherish objects which hold memories of the past, or even one of those people who like to post picture of friends and family around their room. I think that stuff is sort of depressing in a way. It's like a moment frozen in time, eventually forgot and something you can never relive. Anyway that's not the point. The point is, despite my opinions on the matter, I do have one object that I have kept over those years to remind myself of those happy memories. When I was younger about seven years ago, my cousin Jess and I, were pretty creative at the time got really bored. I don't remember why, but we started looking through my parents closet, probably playing dungeons and dragons or something like that. Anyway, we started going through my dad's clothes and found this old pair of odd socks that my mum probably forgot to throw away. We thought it was a shame to waste still perfectly usable socks so, we grabbed some thread and needles and stitched our own sock monkeys.

        To others, my monkey probably looked like something out of a horror movie, but to my cousin and I, our sock monkeys were our prized possessions. My monkey is disproportional, its head being way to large for its body and its arms twice the size of its legs, making it look like a bobble head. His eyes are made out of these two black buttons, but we could never find a pair that matched so one eye is  the size of a penny the other twice the size, giving him a goofy appearance that makes me laugh. Although seven years old, the eyes are still polished shiny raven black, that make it appear as those his eyes are twinkling. My dad has huge feet, so the sock monkey is about the size of my arm but the cotton has thinned over time and no longer a pure white, but a grey worn out body. Because of this, I have had to constantly stitch and patch its fur together, making it resemble a rainbow. It might seem tacky, but I think it brings life and character to him. Despite the fact that the monkey looks worn out, the smile is still intact. A huge bright cherry red arch stitched on, as if someone decided to freeze time the exact moment someone told a really funny joke.

      It is probably the most odd thing in the world and very childish, but the monkey represents my youth and childhood memories. When ever I have one of those bad days where everything goes wrong, I like to hug my monkey and remember the good times I had playing with it and creating it with my cousin. Those moments are probably the happiest memories of my life so far. All the things people might find weird about my stuff toy is why I treasure it so much, it reminds me all the happy memory and good things in life, and most importantly makes me smile.