Exactly 13 years ago my uncle gave me a teddy bear. I was 4 but I clearly remembered. Throughout my childhood I played with it, dropped him on the floor, and even neglected him after getting new toys. Soon I replaced him with a tablet that my mom got me. Soon it was in a box full of toys down In my basement. Years later I found him in the same dusty box that I opened out of curiosity. Beautiful moments came to my mind when race issues were about who ran the fastest, and the worst pain I felt was when I skinned my knee, when goodbyes only meant until the next day… And yet I couldn't wait to grow up.