So here we have "Kompis" (the mouse thingy) and the dog without any name.

"Kompis" is basically "Friend" but in Swedish (Most creative kid ever).

I don't have many memories from Kompis, but there's one thing I remember clearly.

So I was sitting in my room playing Pokémon Yellow on my yellow gameboy color.

Then my mom came into my room and asked what I was doing. So I said that I was playing Pokémon Yellow. Then I started to talk with Kompis about that the colors matched.

I don't know but I just find that memory amusing.

I don't have that much to say about the dog either, I just remember how I got it.

So me and my family sat on a boat to Gotland (An island that belongs to Sweden).

So my 2 brothers went to buy some candy. Of course I was way to shy to buy some candy myself.

So I got sad when my brothers had candy and I didn't. So my mom went and bought that dog to cheer me up. That's one epic story isn't it?

This wooden sword means a lot to me. First of all, it's a really good looking one.

I remember playing with it in the backyard. I was a mighty knight slaying evil orchs.

Still have my old tunic as well.

This sword also got me to talk to someone that wasn't from Sweden for the first time, he was from Norway so I could talk Swedish and he still understood and he could talk Norwegian and I still understood. That may sound like it's nothing, but that made me wanna learn better English so I could talk with even more people. Don't think I would be able to write this if it weren't for that.

This will probably be a bit depressing... So around this time I was bullied by pretty much the whole school. I didn't really have any friends just people I called friends because I really didn't know what a friend was. These people that I called friends were the ones that bullied me.

So one day when I was waiting for the bus, I found this stick on the ground. I decided to pick it up and take it home since I thought the top of the stick looked/looks like a dragon head.

This stick became my best friend... It's kinda tough to say that tbh.

So one day I brought it to school. I carried it around wherever I went.

Then on the lunchbreak my "friends" grabbed the stick and threw it over the fence (There was a big river there). I don't think I've ever cried that much as I did then. I even needed to go home. But while I was waiting for my mom to come I went and checked if the stick was still there, and it was.

I still went home though. It might not sound that bad to you, but it was really horrible for me.