My Chair

My chair is one of the most important parts of my life. It tells me right from wrong, who are friends or enemies, and about life and death.  I got my chair as a present when I was born. My chair is just as old as I am, with just as many flaws. The color of my chair did not hold up to well. It was hot pink in the beginning, but it has faded now into a pale pink. And over the years it has become weaker and weaker, yet my chair refuses to fall apart. But my chair is very comfy, I could lay on it all day. My chair used to recline back really far, but now it is older and can not move as much. It's tired and missing pieces but it never breaks at all. My chair has been it many funerals, especially when it was younger. I can feel it wanting to give out during the hard times like these, but it pulls itself together and stays strong.  Through the years it has it traveled to many baby showers, and has watched new beginnings grow. It watches the end to some, but beautiful beginning to others. My chair has just a few scribbles around the arm rest that refuses to come off or be forgotten about. This chair is known to few people, but the few who know love my chair. They think my chair is amazing in so many ways. My chair is sometimes forgotten about, but it never lets anyone forget about it for too long.  My chair reminds me how great my life is and to always keep looking on the brighter side. It also points me in the right direction every single time. I love my chair and I would never go anywhere without it.