Lost. But not forgotten.

"I was 6 years old that sad Decembers eve. I was playing with Toby out in the snow. Mother called me in to eat and I left Toby out there. My little rag doll all alone. That night it snowed terribly. And little Toby was lost. But not forgotten."<br />
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Random... Fictional Biography... THING. -_-;;; Hell If I have a clue what was going on in my head when I drew this.<br />
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Anyway, Toby is the little toy. A rag doll. The narator, whom this fictional paragraph from my head is from, lost him one day and never found him. In my head this symbolizes how childhood is never quite far from an adults head. so yah enjoy.