Leaving My Stuffies Behind

Inside my messy bedroom, stuffed animals rest all around. The boxes in the corner hold all my favorite stuffies from when I was younger. Dust covers the rainbow colors of all the stuffies that couldn’t be stuffed into the boxes. I placed the bigger stuffed animals among the five polar bears and the cats. Jelly and her two friends, Lily and Angel, stand proudly on top of one of the boxes, and a giant alpaca lies on its side.

When I was younger, I used to play with my stuffed animals all the time. In my make believe world, we lived in a giant kingdom (my bed), and I was the ruler of all the stuffies. Every animal, big and small, had a job, like the bears guarded the kingdom, and Jelly was second in command. Everyone was extremely happy. I built a fortress with bedsheets and pillows, and my stuffies and I pretended to block enemies by throwing balled up tissues.

Later, I started to grow out of my stuffed animals. Thinking I was too old for them, I put them back into their bins except for Jelly. I did not have that much time to play with them, and most of the stuffies have stayed in their bins ever since. Although I loved my stuffed animals, I left them behind, and now, I’d rather play games with my dad than live in the make believe stuffy world.

I still give mini stuffies to my friends’ younger siblings. It reminds me of my fantasy world. I love watching their faces brighten with delight when they receive a stuffy as a gift. It takes me back to when I was younger and all the fun I had playing by myself with my stuffies. From time to time, I even lift the lid off one of the bins just to remember some more. Although I’ve mostly moved on, I will always appreciate my second in command, Jelly.