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Essay about Object - Serge Eygenson English 1 Jenny Howe...

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Serge Eygenson English 1 Jenny Howe Essay 5 December 5, 2007 A Friend Indeed I have lived the last 19 years in a nomadic state. Arriving about as regularly as a leap year, the Eygenson family move has taken me across oceans, across the country and across town. By now the drill is familiar: we box up our things, say goodbye to the neighbors and the landlord, and throw a going-away barbecue. A week later, I am the new kid in school, again, and can’t figure out how to turn on the lights in the kitchen. Certainly, I have benefited from this lifestyle- Having lived on three continents, met an amazing variety of people, and acquired an intrinsic ability to adapt to new environments; I am a more developed person thanks to the travels. Unfortunately, my material possessions haven’t been so lucky. Between the forgotten hiding spots, constant packing and unpacking, and careless movers almost any possession gets lost or broken eventually. The elite group that has survived the many journeys is compromised of only the especially memorable, hard-to-lose, and sturdy items. My stuffed dog, Druzhog, fits into all three categories. Druzhog was originally one of my parents’ wedding gifts. Quality children’s toys were hard to come by in the Soviet Union. My mother, at the time pregnant with her first son, considered the large, handsome, and well made stuffed animal an exceptionally nice present. Almost immediately after I was born 6 months later the toy and I started to bond. From the time I could crawl, I would crawl over, under and around him. In the family photo album, there is a variety of photos picturing me licking, feeling, and biting the dog as I learned to use my body and my senses. I can recall my early childhood exceptionally well, and the toy is even present in
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my first memory. I remember taking my first tentative steps between the kitchen wall and the stove, and the soft, cushy stuffed animal being there to soften my fall. The inanimate creature was my best friend during my life’s first adventurous years. Aptly, with my first words I named him. Pointing at the toy, I pronounced “druzhok,” Russian for friend. During the next several years, my bond to Druzhok never lessened, but it certainly transformed. At first, I refused to leave the house without my buddy. Dragging him by the tale through the dirty Moscow streets, I would bring Druzhok with me everywhere I went, especially to the scary, mysterious world of preschool. With no mom or dad around for protection, Druzhok became a symbol of everything familiar, safe, and natural in an otherwise confusing and unfriendly place. With time, though, I adapted to the new setting, made a few friends and a few enemies, and started feeling more at home outside the home. Between pulling girls’ pigtails, coloring outside the lines, and attempting to build the world’s tallest Lincoln-log tower, I was so busy interacting with other kids I all but forgot the constant need for my stuffed companion. This
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