I will be writing about a special Teddy Bear. I have never played with it, and it doesn't even have a name. Yet this Teddy Bear means so much. The reason I like that bear was because of the connection to my Great Grandfather. The story begins when my Great Grandfather went bear hunting. He was successful and bagged a five hundred pound black bear. The bear was strapped to the top of the car. This bears significance becomes prevalent because while the bear was on the car it saw the adoption of my Grandmother and her first day of school. After riding around town on top of the car the bear was skinned and eaten. The bears fur was saved for what sits on my shelve and reminds me of my Great Grandfather. Before my Great Grandfather died he made the bear and gave it to my Grandmother with special instructions. Those instructions were to give it to to when and if I were to be born. On the day I came into the world I received the bear. To this day the Teddy Bear is the only link I have to my Great Grandfather.
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