Dmytro Kutniy
When I was little, my favorite toy was a small yellow car. I got it for my fifth birthday from my parents. The car was small but very bright and beautiful. It had big wheels and shiny windows.
I loved playing with my car. I rolled it on the floor, imagining myself as a racer. I built roads for it out of cubes and chairs. Sometimes I even took it to bed with me.
My car was my best friend. I always told it my secrets and shared my joys and sorrows with it. I remember one time I fell hard and broke my knee. I was very upset, but my car was always there for me and helped me cope with the pain.
I loved my yellow car very much. It was more to me than just a toy. It was my friend and my confidant.
Unfortunately, my car has not survived to the present day. But I still remember it and warmly recall the happy moments we spent together.
My love of cars has remained to this day. I often drive and love to travel. I always dream that one day I will buy myself a yellow car, just like the one I had in my childhood.
Nastia Kochetkova
My favorite toy as a child was not the only one, of course. I have always been very versatile and always changed everything in my life. I played with cars, dolls, soft toys. I played doctor, cook, fireman. I loved toys very much, and I still do to this day. they remind me that even when we grow up and have our own children, work, study, we should not forget about the little us we were. we were all children and each of us is a child. and for me it is a way to relax and cope with emotional state or stress
Dasha Lvova
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When I was a child, my favorite toy was a teddy bear named Brownie. I received Brownie as a birthday gift from my grandmother when I turned five. It was a delightful surprise, and the memory of that moment is etched in my mind.
Brownie was a soft, cuddly teddy bear with chocolate-brown fur. It had a tiny, embroidered nose and shiny black eyes that seemed to sparkle with innocence. One of its ears had a small tear, a battle scar from the countless adventures we embarked on together. Despite the tear, that imperfection only added character to my beloved companion.
Whenever I played with Brownie, my imagination knew no bounds. We went on imaginary journeys to distant lands, fought off dragons, and even hosted tea parties for my other toys. Brownie was my confidant, a silent listener to all my childhood secrets. I rarely let my friends or siblings play with it, creating a protective bubble around my cherished friend. One vivid memory involves a rainy day when Brownie and I built a fortress of cushions and blankets. We declared it our secret hideout, safe from the storm outside. It was a magical moment that strengthened my bond with Brownie.
Although the years have passed, I still have Brownie tucked away in a special corner of my room. While the tear has become more pronounced, it only serves as a reminder of the countless memories we created together. Now, I look at Brownie with a mix of nostalgia and fondness. My feelings towards Brownie have evolved with time. As a child, it was a source of comfort and companionship. Today, it represents a cherished piece of my past, a tangible link to the innocence and joy of childhood. While I may not actively play with it anymore, the sentiment attached to Brownie remains evergreen, reminding me of the simplicity and warmth of those early years.
