My lovely piggies

    I love pigs.

    This is a long story which can be traced back to the time when I was only one year old. One day, I went to shopping with my parents in my stroller. Suddenly I saw a huge piggy toy laying in the basket which was filled with monkey toys. I cried for it, but my parents didn't agree to buy. About one week later, when we went back that supermarket again, I saw that lovely piggy toy again. This time I started crying for it until my parents agree to bring it back to home. That is how I meet with the first pig in my life.

When I was in the elementary school, I played all day and always got a terrible mark for my exams. Then, I would certainly be punched by my parents, especially by my mother. So the piggy became the only friend of mine. He was willing to listen to my complaint and he always showed a smiling face to me. I slept with him every single night. You can never imagine how comfortable it is. It’s like hugging a huge dough.

From then on, I started to collect different kinds of piggy toys. Now I have already got over 20 piggies, in all sizes and colors. I really appreciate them. Though they are not living thing, they are alive in my mind. I’ll certainly keep this hobby and make my piggy collection more completed.