Judycat
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Mine was a dog. I was like 3 years old and called him Erfie.
No not unless you think you were...and you can control thatI don't remember any stuffed animals. I don't even remember any other toys really. Was I deprived?
No, not that I remember. I had a lot of toys, but the only stuffed one I recall was a raggedy ann or maybe andy at the age of about 3.Did you have a teddy bear, what was its name, its sex?
Absolutely exquisite!Since we grew up without one, I made this one a few years ago for my brother. Beary wears a Cubs tshirt and cap, and has his own Cubs quilt as well.
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I only have a vague recollection of a teddy bear, probably was named "Teddy". It had no *******s, but probably identified as a binary male.Did you have a teddy bear, what was its name, its sex?
That's horrible, Caroln! Really.I had a black and white teddy bear that I loved. My grandfather, (who lived with us) took it upon himself to burn unwanted household items in the burn barrel in the back yard. Evidently he thought my bear was trash and I saw him throw my teddy bear in the fire. I remember being in the yard while he did it, so shocked that I couldn't even yell for him to stop. It was too late anyway. I was devastated. I think that's probably why I've always been drawn to black and white dogs and cats throughout the years.
Me neither. It explains a lot!I never had a teddy bear.
I'm sorry you had an experience similar to mine. Isn't it odd the way it stays with you, even after all these years? I've always asked "why" too. Surely my grandfather saw me dragging that teddy bear around with me all the time. Why would he burn it without even asking? Guess he was bored, desperate for something to do, and just scooped up anything laying around. **sigh**That's horrible, Caroln! Really.
I had a similar, but not nearly as traumatic, experience when I came home and my mother was burning a few, less important, old dolls. I was about thirteen and she probably thought I had outgrown such things and none of my favorites were being cremated but it was still rather shocking. I had a room of my own that was not at all overly cluttered, so why?
What I saw when I walked up were the legs of my sock monkey hanging over the side of the burn barrel. I think she always thought he was lewd.