When I was in my 60s I saw an adorable stuffed cat for sale that I fell in love with. It was so realistic. I changed my mind about buying it when I was told it was made out of rabbit fur. Oh well, my live cat is the real thing.
You don’t throw the Teddy away. He just doesn’t go on all of the trips with you anymore. He sits at home and waits like a good buddy does. I still have ALL of my Teddies.
When I was 6 my father brought me a stuffed dog from NYC. He immediately became indispensable to me. Flash forward over 50 years and I still have him. He’s barren of fur, slightly moth eaten, missing one eye, but I would never throw him away.
When my grandson, “K,” was barely toddler age – maybe fifteen to eighteen months – his beloved stuffed Elmo, which had been in near-mint condition, suddenly got so disgustingly, irremediably nasty, that we secretly threw him out and I bought one just like him at Toys “R” Us. I got home, and handed the new Elmo to K. He took it, and in one lightning quick, professional motion, whipped it over onto its back and inspected it closely. Must have been a molecule out of place somewhere.
What? No! You roll your teddy into your sleeping bag, and then at night once everyone has bed down, you scoot him up. I used to have bizzare dreams when I was without my security koala. It wasn’t until he was replaced on a regular basis by a girl that I was able to give him up!
that reminds me of a flag retirment ceremony i went to at a scout camp…you can either bury or burn the flag, it isn’t rude or horrible, it is actually quite a spiritual experience, I am so glad i had that oppurtinity
Me3000; Another admitted flag-burner. I quite agree. The actual burning was done on the other side of the building by just three of us, but burying the ashed at the base of the flag pole was public. I still follow the old flag code, as the current one has been watered down severely by commercial interests, starting with its use in advertising by Merchantile Bank in Dallas (went to the Supreme Court).
arye uygur almost 11 years ago
When I was in my 60s I saw an adorable stuffed cat for sale that I fell in love with. It was so realistic. I changed my mind about buying it when I was told it was made out of rabbit fur. Oh well, my live cat is the real thing.
tammyspeakslife Premium Member almost 11 years ago
Your Teddy will miss you Micheal but I’m sure he’ll understand
suzibuy almost 11 years ago
You don’t throw the Teddy away. He just doesn’t go on all of the trips with you anymore. He sits at home and waits like a good buddy does. I still have ALL of my Teddies.
GSJohnson almost 11 years ago
When I was 6 my father brought me a stuffed dog from NYC. He immediately became indispensable to me. Flash forward over 50 years and I still have him. He’s barren of fur, slightly moth eaten, missing one eye, but I would never throw him away.
Rufus The naked mole rat almost 11 years ago
Hmmmm. Maybe Linus should try that.
Sportymonk almost 11 years ago
Puff the Magic Dragon ……
Linda Pearson almost 11 years ago
That is really a neat story. Thanks for sharing.
lightenup Premium Member almost 11 years ago
You’ll never hear the end of it at camp.
danlarios almost 11 years ago
put him on the next plane please
Gokie5 almost 11 years ago
When my grandson, “K,” was barely toddler age – maybe fifteen to eighteen months – his beloved stuffed Elmo, which had been in near-mint condition, suddenly got so disgustingly, irremediably nasty, that we secretly threw him out and I bought one just like him at Toys “R” Us. I got home, and handed the new Elmo to K. He took it, and in one lightning quick, professional motion, whipped it over onto its back and inspected it closely. Must have been a molecule out of place somewhere.
Toxicdave almost 11 years ago
What? No! You roll your teddy into your sleeping bag, and then at night once everyone has bed down, you scoot him up. I used to have bizzare dreams when I was without my security koala. It wasn’t until he was replaced on a regular basis by a girl that I was able to give him up!
Me3000 almost 11 years ago
that reminds me of a flag retirment ceremony i went to at a scout camp…you can either bury or burn the flag, it isn’t rude or horrible, it is actually quite a spiritual experience, I am so glad i had that oppurtinity
hippogriff almost 11 years ago
Me3000; Another admitted flag-burner. I quite agree. The actual burning was done on the other side of the building by just three of us, but burying the ashed at the base of the flag pole was public. I still follow the old flag code, as the current one has been watered down severely by commercial interests, starting with its use in advertising by Merchantile Bank in Dallas (went to the Supreme Court).