Title: The Missing Toy
When I was in kindergarten, I loved playing with my toys. My favorite was a little blue dinosaur named Dino. He was not just any toy; he was my best friend. Every day, I'd bring Dino to school, and we’d go on big adventures together during playtime.
One sunny Tuesday, as I got ready for school, I couldn’t find Dino. I looked everywhere in my room—under the bed, inside the toy box, and even behind the curtains. My mom helped me search, but he was nowhere to be found. I felt sad, like a cloud had covered my sunny day.
At school, I tried to play without Dino, but everything felt wrong. My friends were playing with their toys, but I just sat on the swings. I didn’t want to tell them I had lost Dino because I was embarrassed. What if they laughed at me?
During snack time, my friend Emma sat down next to me. She noticed I looked upset. “What’s wrong?” she asked. I hesitated, but I decided to tell her about losing Dino. “I can’t find him,” I said quietly, my voice almost a whisper.
To my surprise, Emma smiled and said, “I’ve lost my teddy bear before! It made me really sad too.” She told me how she searched everywhere and finally found her bear in the backyard. It made me feel a little better knowing I wasn’t alone. “Do you want to help me search for Dino together?” I asked her.
That day, Emma and I spent our playtime looking for Dino. We checked every corner of the playground, asking our friends if they had seen my toy. After a while, I started to feel hopeful, like we might actually find him.
Even though we didn’t find Dino that day, I learned something important from Emma. She taught me it was okay to share my feelings. I realized that everyone loses something or feels sad sometimes, and it’s alright to ask for help.
The next day, during circle time, I told my class about Dino. I even shared how sad I felt. To my surprise, my friends didn’t laugh. Instead, they each shared stories of their own lost toys. It was comforting to hear that everyone had similar experiences.
One week later, when I was almost giving up hope of finding Dino, my mom found him hiding behind the couch. I was overjoyed! Finally, I had my best friend back.
But the real change was inside me. I learned that sharing my feelings made me feel better and brought me closer to my friends. Losing Dino was sad, but it helped me understand that being open and asking for help can lead to new friendships and support.
Now, when I go to school or play with my friends, I remember that day in kindergarten. I know that it’s okay to feel sad or scared, and sharing those feelings can change everything. And of course, I always keep a close eye on Dino!