When I was a baby my room was decorated with pictures and posters of Winnie the Pooh. I loved Winnie the Pooh, and I had a Winnie the Pooh bear that slept with me as well as a blanket that I carried around everywhere. Ones the blanket was in the washing and I cried for hours. My mother had to wash it and dry it in the tumble drier just to get me to calm down.
Even though I grew up and went to school Winnie the Pooh was still my favourite character. I never really liked school because I was a very small child I was much shorter than the rest of my classmates. When we did athletics I usually lost because my legs where too short. I had the nickname shorty and it annoyed me terribly.
In grade six I got a new teacher. She was the most irritating teacher ever. She was totally obsessed with Winnie the Pooh. Her class was decorated with Winnie the Pooh all over and we were forced to cover our books with Winnie the Pooh wrapping paper. She had the saying when we did something wrong" OH bother, honey honey honey" and I started hating Winnie the Pooh.
I could not stand to walk into her class and see Winnie the Pooh everywhere. I was very glad when we moved away where I am currently home schooled. I now associate Winnie the Pooh with a bad experience.
