When I was a child I had a gray teddy bear. It was average in size and it had a normal facial expression. I named it, Rocky. I don’t remember why I named the teddy bear that. He was my companion whenever I was at home. When I was about 9 or 10 I accidentally tore his arm off. The only thing I managed to do to fix him up was to tape his arm back up. My mother was unable to sew the arm back up. I don’t remember where I placed Rocky or I may have threw him out when I was packing to move to a new home back in 2005.