Tigger
I always thought he was real, and even after I learnt better; there was always something.... something that hinted a spark of life, whether it was a small movement, or a twinkle in his eye. He was a loyal friend to me; his black stripes gleamed among his bushy bright orange fur, as he boldly stood up for me in our imaginary adventures. Yes, no matter where I was or what I was doing, I will never forget Tigger.
Our adventures started a long time ago back in South Africa, where at three, I was given Tigger. We were always outside swinging from tree to tree like Tarzan, or exploring the African plains. Though he may have gotten slightly grubbier and slightly darker over the years, and I don’t always take him with me everywhere (what would the other kids think?) He will always be the one who protected me from the monsters under the bed. To others he just may be a stuffed toy, but to me he will always be the brave tiger at my side, Tigger.
