One day I remember my parents getting something in the mail. It was from my Great Aunt Debbie. Once they opened it up, there were lots of goodies and surprises for me. In the package was probably the most perfect toy I could have ever asked for. It was a ball! It wasn't just any ball though. It was my green ball. The toy that I grew to love and could never live without. I love carrying that ball around with me everywhere I went. I used to drop it into all the smallest crevices in the apartment and go chase after it. Once I got a little bigger, this wasn't as easy. So instead, I would drop the ball into all these same crevices and underneath the couch, and then would just whine. A LOT! My parents got so tired of hearing me whine and trying to dig the ball out of all these places that they eventually took it from me and hid it for a few months. I thought they had lost it once we moved, but it showed up, thankfully. Once again, I was dropping it everywhere and whining for them to get it out. Eventually I figured out how to dig it out from underneath the cabinet with my little paws. This didn't stop me from whining though. I kept at it. One night I took the ball outside with me when I was going potty. I was so excited to get back in that I left my ball out there. I remember my daddy kind of freaking out because he knew how much I loved that ball. He even went outside with a flashlight trying to find it for me. He couldn't find it. In fact, it wasn't found until a few days later. Thankfully it was eventually found though. To this day, I still have that ball, and take it with me everywhere I go.
One day I remember my parents getting something in the mail. It was from my Great Aunt Debbie. Once they opened it up, there were lots of goodies and surprises for me. In the package was probably the most perfect toy I could have ever asked for. It was a ball! It wasn't just any ball though. It was my green ball. The toy that I grew to love and could never live without. I love carrying that ball around with me everywhere I went. I used to drop it into all the smallest crevices in the apartment and go chase after it. Once I got a little bigger, this wasn't as easy. So instead, I would drop the ball into all these same crevices and underneath the couch, and then would just whine. A LOT! My parents got so tired of hearing me whine and trying to dig the ball out of all these places that they eventually took it from me and hid it for a few months. I thought they had lost it once we moved, but it showed up, thankfully. Once again, I was dropping it everywhere and whining for them to get it out. Eventually I figured out how to dig it out from underneath the cabinet with my little paws. This didn't stop me from whining though. I kept at it. One night I took the ball outside with me when I was going potty. I was so excited to get back in that I left my ball out there. I remember my daddy kind of freaking out because he knew how much I loved that ball. He even went outside with a flashlight trying to find it for me. He couldn't find it. In fact, it wasn't found until a few days later. Thankfully it was eventually found though. To this day, I still have that ball, and take it with me everywhere I go.
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