I was actually quite surprised that Gramma kept them all. My Gare-Bear (a Paddington) that my mom's boyfriend gave me when I turned 1 and currently sits on my bed, my stuffed dog whose tail was cut off (by me when I wanted a raccoon's tail) that I got when I was 2 or 3, my Gus that my godmother made me, my Audrey doll, and my Kwepie doll called Popeye.
Then again, maybe I shouldn't be. My mom has all of her dolls from her childhood. Including the Poor Pitiful Pearl that is missing her nose because my Uncle Kurt got mad at mom and bit the nose off.
BUT THE TOYS MIGHT BE SAD!
They also get upset with the other toys you sleep with if you don't rotate them on an equitable schedule.
I still have the yellow bunny that my father threw out after my bout with rubella. It's pretty sad, post washing machine, but I just can't give it up. I probably have a dozen stuffed toy from the ages.
I have my stuffed goat and stuffed tiger that I've had since I was six. They're packed away with the rest of the dust-catching plush that I can't get rid of.
oh yikes. mac saw it today with Uncle G and I know there were tears. He is never letting me de-clutter his stuff again, is he?
Oh no! Is it like the Velveteen Rabbit?
I still have my felt alligator "The Professor" on my bed (at the end of it), though he lost his professorial spectacles decades ago.
I also have a knit snake that I don't think I ever named, but he was always more of something I'd drape on something rather than have as a snuggle critter.
I still have Softy, the Koala bear I got when I had my tonsils out when I was 5.
Oh, I still have my teddy bear and there are several things still at my parents' house, but I can see mac wanting to keep every blasted cheap plastic object.
I still have Softy, the Koala bear I got when I had my tonsils out when I was 5.
Awwww. Just imagining post-tonsillar 5-year-old Perkins with her Softy is making me want to smish grown-up Perkins to bits.
I still have my two dogs Snoopy and Napoleon (mine is much more beat-up than the one in that picture), and the nameless but beloved lop-eared bunny puppet, all here, and Shaw the Scottie is somewhere in storage at my dad's house. There's also a kitten called Caramel who was carnally assaulted by my actual lop-eared rabbit during my senior year of college.
