The Traveling Bunny


(Photo Provided by Irma Dofelmier)

After climbing the Matterhorn, Peter poses in front of it in his German outfit.

Alicia Dofelmier, Features Editor

There is a stuffed bunny rabbit that sits on my bed. It’s not new or fluffy, instead, it’s rather well-used and well-loved. It’s seen me grow up. It’s seen every single first day of school from my first day of kindergarten to my first day of senior year. Its name is Peter because I wanted to name it after Peter Rabbit. My mom likes to refer to Peter as “the traveling bunny” since he’s been all over the world.

He was there when I took my first overseas trip to Paris, France. He watched me go round and round on what I would later learn to call a carousel. He was there with me when I got scared at the tippy top of the Eiffel Tower. 

Peter poses in front of the Notre Dame cathedral in Paris, France. (Photo Provided by Irma Dofelmier)

He was there when I went to Italy. He was there when I climbed to the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa even though I wasn’t technically old enough to. He was there to help me sleep when I couldn’t because of the time difference. He was there when I tried Margherita pizza for the first time and sang in a quaint little ice cream shop in Saint Marks Square. He’s even been blessed by the Pope. 

He was there when I went to London, England, and rode a double-decker bus for the first time. He watched me with wide eyes as I made Harrods (a London toy store) my playground. He was there as I stared with amazement at the big horses during the Changing of the Guard ceremony at Buckingham Palace.

He was there when I went to the Netherlands. He watched as I galloped through fields of colorful tulips and climbed to the top of windmills.

Peter, the well-loved bunny, poses with some flowers for a quick picture. (Photo Provided by Irma Dofelmier)

He was there when I went to Japan. He watched out the window of the bullet trains as I watched the world speed by. 

He was there when I went to Switzerland. He climbed the real Matterhorn with me, tried fondue with me, and cheered me on as I ziplined down the Jungfrau.

Next year I go off to college and Peter will be off on a new adventure with me. He’s been all over the world but more importantly, he’s been with me through thick and thin. He’s been a shoulder for me to bawl my eyes out with when the days are tough, and he’s been there for me to toss up in the air when I am super excited. Since I was one, he’s been by my side. He may not be new or perfect, but he is well-loved and the most perfect childhood companion that anyone could ask for.