Childhood Memories

13.) My favorite toy was this stuffed bear named "Button". I would take him everywhere as a kid, didn't matter where. He'd join me as we went through the supermarket, the library, and any out-of-city trip. I was a baby blue bear, with a soft brown head. It had one of those white baby-cuff things on. He got coined as "Button" after my old dog Snowball mangled him. It ended up destroying his black button nose, leaving the plastic nub of his nose as the only thing that remain. Thus, he name became Button. His stuffing was distributed weirdly through his fluffy body. From me dragging him by either his legs or his head, there was zero stuffing left in his neck, as it all went up into his head, or down into his extremities. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't evenly distribute the stuffing, and his body always stayed like that. Despite his wear, I could never bring myself to get rid of Button. He just meant too much to me. I think he's in one of the safe boxes somewhere in my home.
23.) One of my interesting relatives is my Aunt Mandi. I admire her a lot. She's just one of those amazing people. My mom and her are seventeen years apart in age, and she's fourteen years younger than her. Therefore, they have quiet the age gap. My grandma died of breast cancer shortly after she was born, and it was just her and my grandpa for a while. However, she became one of those truly great people despite that adversity. She ended up being the valedictorian of her class, and got a full ride to her university. Then, she proceeded to get her Bachelor's degree in mathematics and her Master's in English. She was going to be an English teacher, but then promptly discovered that it wasn't the career for her. Now she's working at calculating bonuses for her company. However, she still visits her family often, and it never feels like I'm forgotten. She's one of those people that despite everything, you know you can have her assurance.
30.) I got grounded in the fifth grade for bringing a glass of milk upstairs. I often would just forget where I'd leave dishes, so eventually a pile began to accumulate around the upstairs. Thus, my parents made it a rule that I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything up there. One day, I decided to be a wild child and brought my glass of dairy to my room. My dad ended up catching me drinking the contraband substance, so I got grounded for a week from T.V. and computer.
38.) I collected rocks as a child, not because I was a mini-geologist or anything, but I just liked the way they looked and felt. In the third grade, we did a unit on fossils, and had to find a rock outside that we thought had a fossil in it. I brought mine inside, and notice there was a small hole in the mineral. I stuck my pencil inside, and felt around. The moment I took the pencil out, I noticed something to both my and my teacher's dismay: a spider about the size of a dime. Despite the panic the arachnid brought to our class, this memory always stuck out to me. From about then on, I started collecting rocks from fields and riverbeds and stored them on the lowest shelf on my bookshelf, to show my prized collection to the world.