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Tell me about your most beloved childhood stuffed animal/doll/comfort object.
Mine was Brown Bear. I got him as a baby, and still have him now. He was kind of personality-less within my stuffed animal hierarchy (yes, I had a stuffed animal hierarchy), but everyone respected him.
Mine was Brown Bear. I got him as a baby, and still have him now. He was kind of personality-less within my stuffed animal hierarchy (yes, I had a stuffed animal hierarchy), but everyone respected him.
In retrospect, the ways in which Brown Bear quietly bore his maleness with a kind of weighty dignity -- yeah, I'd rather not be doing this, but that's true of all of us -- were........ telling.
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Telling a friend about this has made me realize how much I just ripped off The Muppet Show when constructing a fantasy world where my stuffed animals (dubbed, by me, "The Friends") lived. Brown Bear was just Kermit, his wife was Miss Piggy, etc.
I'm tearing up reading about all of your childhood pals. We all of us come into this life as children who are seeking something the world cannot give us.