While taking a sledgehammer to the remnants of my youth, I stumbled upon an old stuffed bear, a Ye Olde Bear that my grandmother had passed down to me.
It had been sitting at the back of my room for donkey's years, and I was amazed at how it had stood up.
It was pretty large, about the size of a toddler, and only slightly dusty. I picked him up and placed him away, before casually removing everything else.
Later when I came to tag and bag the casualties of my purge, I found myself looking into the slightly faded brown eyes of the bear again.
Not only was he my favorite childhood abuse monkey, he was an anchor to the better, innocent times.
So, Escapists, can you still remember you're favorite childhood toy? Do you still have it? Has it reserved it's right to be handed on to your offspring? And do you know why it's still there?
It had been sitting at the back of my room for donkey's years, and I was amazed at how it had stood up.
It was pretty large, about the size of a toddler, and only slightly dusty. I picked him up and placed him away, before casually removing everything else.
Later when I came to tag and bag the casualties of my purge, I found myself looking into the slightly faded brown eyes of the bear again.
Not only was he my favorite childhood abuse monkey, he was an anchor to the better, innocent times.
So, Escapists, can you still remember you're favorite childhood toy? Do you still have it? Has it reserved it's right to be handed on to your offspring? And do you know why it's still there?