SimbaThe other day I was cleaning my room, and I just happened to come across my old stuffed Simba! It instantly brought back memories. The first thing I noticed was the weird haircut on the top of his head. When I was four years old, I decided that he needed a haircut. My mom had been so mad!
I don't remember exactly when I stopped playing with Simba, but I do know that I've been sleeping with him every night since I found it. Whenever I'm upset, I just lay on my bed and cuddle with it. I know it makes me sound childish, but for some reason it makes me feel better. It makes me feel safe, like everything is going to be okay.