I remember

I remember having a Samsung phone that was about 5cm long and it had a black background with bloody cross bones. And I took it everywhere I went. I would take it to my nana and granddad's house, my grans and pops, and my daycare.

But I remember one night, we went to my nana and granddad's house to have dinner and I was playing minecraft  and I had dropped it so many times, that this was going to be the last time I ever saw that blue screen ever again. Suddenly I dropped it and it elementally turned black and I thought it just hit the off button but it was actually broken. It wouldn't turn on or anything. I was very attached to it after a month, but at least I had that phone for 2 years and I got so emotionally attached to it.