Dmytro Kutniy
My favorite toy when I was a child was a round raccoon that
my godmother gave me for New Year. It was a soft, cuddly creature with big,
bright eyes and a tiny button nose. The raccoon was a perfect size for
snuggling and had soft, velvety fur that felt amazing to touch. I loved its
little ringed tail, which I would often twist and turn as I played.
I remember the day I got the raccoon as if it were
yesterday. My godmother had wrapped it up in a big, shiny box, and I couldn't
wait to see what was inside. When I finally opened the box, my eyes lit up with
excitement. I immediately hugged the raccoon tightly and refused to let go.
I spent countless hours playing with my raccoon. I would
pretend that it was my pet and that we were going on all sorts of adventures
together. We would explore the forest, climb trees, and even go fishing. I
would often talk to my raccoon, telling it all about my day and sharing my
secrets.
Unfortunately, I had to leave my raccoon behind when my
family and I had to evacuate from our home due to the war. It was very difficult to
say goodbye to my favorite toy. I often think about my raccoon and wonder if it
is still sitting on my bed, waiting for me to come home.
Even though I'm older now, my feelings for my raccoon
haven't changed. It's still one of my most cherished possessions and a reminder
of a simpler time.