week #5- Beloved Toy

When i was five years old my mom took me to an antique mall, i fell in love with this basketball sized frog stuffed animal and decided that i had to have it. Seeing my immediate fixation to the dingy frog, my mom bought it for me. As the days of my childhood turned to weeks i wouldnt go anywhere without it. His name was Captian Hopps and no matter where i went, he was in my hand. Seeing as the frog was an antique when we bought it, and my young self also put it through torture, Captian Hopps slowly began to fall apart. I think that he was handmade because all he consisted of was two frog-shaped pieces of cloth sewn together, filled with bean, and googly eyes but by the time i was seven, he also consisted of several of what i called "scars" where the cloth had thinned out so much that he started leaking beans and had to be sewn up. I remember the day i decided that he would be better left inside on my bed all day then out having adventures with me, my mom was at the kitchen table sewing up the newly formed hole on his belly and she told me that Captain Hopps was getting old and if i wasnt careful with him he would eventually fall apart to the point where he could not be fixed. Even though i secretly dispised the idea, i went and put him on my bed and continued to play outside.