We always had George. Nobody really remembers the first time he showed up. He always appears in our memories. And we know he is ours.For example, yesterday was my birthday. I had a party with all my friends. We played videogames and ate pizza the entire time. But as I look back, I notice a see through fluffy figure smiling next to us. We never notice him in the moment, but upon reflection, he is always there. He is mostly nice. He been mean only once or twice. I remember my sister wandered away in the store. She ran back to us, and we didn’t know she had been missing ‘till we got home. She said, “A man tried to grab my arm, but then he tripped and slammed his face on the ground. Oh! George did that!” She laughed, then grew solemn again. “He looked kind of scary and mad, though.”