Weeks Four and Five: Media and Memorie


When I was little, I just couldn’t do without my stuffed animal. It was the most wonderful thing ever because my brother had one to. It had brown fur and brown. While I played with it, I pretended it could gallop and jump obstacles. It was really special to me because it looked exactly like my dad’s horse so I named it Hank. Today it still lies on my couch with the same shiny brown fur.

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