When I was a kid my dad would hide my stuffed polar bear and would wait for me to find him before tucking me into bed. Then he would proceed to tell a story involving me, polar bear, and my menagerie of stuffed animals.
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| The girl received Polar Bear when she was six |
When I was around twelve, I sketched out a few illustrations to match up with the memories of the stories my father told. When I was thirteen I wrote down the basic ideas of the stories, planning to one day turn the memories and sketches into book. I could then share part of childhood with my one day family.
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| Polar Bear grew up with the girl |
Well I never got around to it, though the idea played around in the back of my mind. Now I'm seventeen, stumbled across my old sketchbook, and found myself with a fair amount of free time over the last few days. Thus, I decided to write up one of the stories and sketch some drawings involving my stuffed bear.
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| This is how Polar Bear imagines it when the girl cuddles him for comfort. |
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| This is how my Polar Bear looked new... (Couldn't find any photo's of my Polar Bear) |
Anyways, one of the many projects I'm up to. Hopefully I'll get it done this summer.
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