Week 5- Favorite toy

When I was about 4 or 5 I was obsessed with cow stuff. I remember one year for my birthday i got this really cute stuffed animal cow. It was really soft and i took it everywhere with me. I always slept with it and somehow worked in into the scene with the barbies. This one time I was playing with my cow, which i named coco, and the barbies and i pretended that coco was a magical cow that could fly and talk. I can't remember exactly what happened but i do know that my sister was making fun of me and was telling me that i couldnt do that. Well i didnt believe her of course and i ended up slapping her with coco. It all turned out great in the end because i got ot keep playing the way i was and i didnt even get in trouble for hitting my sister. Coco was my everything and meant the world to me. I wouldve been terrified if i had ever lost her. For some reason coco could always make me happy. i dont no if it was her big bulgy eyes or her cute little spots, but she never failed at making me smile. Coco doesnt exactly mean the same to me. I do still have her, but i dont lug her around everywhere like i used to. She still means alot to me and i would be upset if i lost her, but like i said, im just not as obsessed with her.