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  • #46
    I had several animals I was attached to.

    Yellow Bear, was, well he was yellow. I loved him so much, his arms kept falling off, and ,my mother had to keep sewing them on.
    Brown Bear, was a larger, more realistic looking bear.
    Green Bear, was yellow bears "brother"
    White Bear, was this little stuffed polar bear.

    Socko, was my sock monkey.
    Nyuuku,was this stuffed dog.
    Murphy, was a gorilla
    xixi, was my panda. My dog ate its stuffing.

    Those were my animals.
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    • #47
      My brother had a stuffed rabbit. On day when we were on holiday the rabbit went missing, and a very sleepless night was had by the entire family in the caravan that night. He was bought a new bunny the following day. That bunny still survives, but it has very little stuffing left and has had its limbs reattatched several times. I have a teddy, that no longer has any eyes. My mum brought glasses for it.
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      • #48
        My Grandma gave me a blankie when I was a baby. It had pink and blue pigs, I think.

        Anyway, last I remembered it it was rather faded. I went to bed with it, dried myself with it, etc.

        One day (maybe I was 4 or 5) the dog was sick. Dad kept the dog outside but brought him in when he (dog) got sick. So I donated my blankie for the sick dog to lie on.

        My parents told me after the dog got better (or died, this was years ago) that I couldn't have my blankie back since it would carry sick dog germs. So they burned the blankie.
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        • #49
          That reminds me of a story from my younger years.

          When we were growing up, my mom used to let us take ONE toy to the store. My moms friend had hand knitted us some plush toys, which she named after Planets.

          Well my sister (then 2-3) took hers to the store and about half way through, realized she lost it and started yelling for it. She couldn't prounuce her dolls name, VENUS very well.

          (Can you guess where this is going?)

          So she was in the store yelling at the top of her lungs:

          Where's my *MALE ORGAN that rhyms with Venus*? I can't find my *MALE ORGAN that rhyms with Venus*! I'll never live with out my *MALE ORGAN that rhyms with Venus*?

          I have never seen my mom turn as red as she ordered my brother and I to find her doll.

          After that, we were no longer allowed to bring toys to the store.
          You don't know what Hades is until you've worked at least one Christmas Season in a toy store that offers free gift wrapping.

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          • #50
            My two childhood toys that I still hug often to this day are One Eyed Ted, yellow with a white stomach, so thin you could post him under a door if it wasn't for his nose and has two eyes... well our dog got hold of him and chewed one of his eyes off then sometime later the other came off then he when for surgery and had two but the name stuck

            The other is my ewok Nippet, loved very much (read worn and bald ) but comes with me if I'm going on holidays or I wouldn't feel right

            oh and I have a Lion called Leo who I hug when I feel really ill, if I wander out of my room hugging him Legira worries.
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            • #51
              I still have a stuffed mouse that I got for my first Christmas. Mousey got grounded to my bed when I was about 4 after one too many late night trips to retrieve him from Nana's house. And I have three. One is still at my grandmother's house. She kept one incase I ever got snowed in or something while I was visiting. One is in a box somewhere from when I got married and moved, and the third is still on my bed. It drives my husband crazy when sometime during the night, I inevitably stop cuddling with him and end up cuddling with the mouse.
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