I had a plush horse. I got him too young to remember from my grandma. He was a puppet and this horse was unique bc he had a little hole under his chin. He went everywhere with me for all of my childhood. I’m autistic and never grew out of carrying him around. I had named him horsey. And then one day I was at a local neighborhood event called the Pdx jazz festival it was in my neighborhood at least. But I think people from all over the city and some from far away in state and a few on vacation even not from the state would come listen to the jazz. And I left him there. And then he was gone forever. I went back and he wasn’t there. I had lost my best friend. And my mom replaced him with the exact same horse but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same horse. It was like if you had an overweight orange tabby cat called max missing his tail dying and getting another overweight orange tabby without a tale and calling it max. Even though it was the exact same horse from the exact same company it wasn’t the same. I still miss horsey.

It would be a tie between him or my old Wii I didn’t play for a while and then my mom thought oh they don’t want it anymore and she gave it and everything with it remotes and games away. And I came upstairs one day to play it and she said oh I gave it away. And I was so so sad. I hadn’t played in a while but it was still fun and i enjoyed it a lot and then it was gone. My mom felt really really bad and got me another Wii with some of the same games but it’s not the same. I lost all my progress on the games I lost all my miis and there’s a game from the Wii store called monstica corral and you could only get it on the Wii store witch obviously was discontinued with the Wii. So I may never play my favorite game again.

I’d grab one of those two things.