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Once upon a time...
No, just kidding. Today I will be talking about one of my childhood memories. (Relates to Simba Stuffy in a way.)
*Grandpa voice* Back in my day, we didn't have all those fancy gizmos kids today have! We had one thing to play with, and it was called outside!
*Normal voice* And dolls and stuff. Anyway, there was this toy I LOVED with ALL my heart. It was a giant brown grizzly bear stuffed animal (Currently, all the fur has been loved off and body left is stitched up in many places) that I named Biggy because he was HUGE., bigger than I was. (Creative name, right?) Okay, Childhood Heros contest bit, (not FOR contest obviously) I always had the bear next to me wherever I was. I brought him everywhere from fancy diners to the playground. Often times, when I outgrew one of my shirts, I would put it on the toy. (It actually fit most of the time :3) I used to talk to it whenever I was sad. I would actually feel it responding. Now that I'm in my young adult age, I just see the furless sack of cotton propped up against a wall corner, lifelessly staring with its plastic eyes off into space, wearing away over the years.
No, just kidding. Today I will be talking about one of my childhood memories. (Relates to Simba Stuffy in a way.)
*Grandpa voice* Back in my day, we didn't have all those fancy gizmos kids today have! We had one thing to play with, and it was called outside!
*Normal voice* And dolls and stuff. Anyway, there was this toy I LOVED with ALL my heart. It was a giant brown grizzly bear stuffed animal (Currently, all the fur has been loved off and body left is stitched up in many places) that I named Biggy because he was HUGE., bigger than I was. (Creative name, right?) Okay, Childhood Heros contest bit, (not FOR contest obviously) I always had the bear next to me wherever I was. I brought him everywhere from fancy diners to the playground. Often times, when I outgrew one of my shirts, I would put it on the toy. (It actually fit most of the time :3) I used to talk to it whenever I was sad. I would actually feel it responding. Now that I'm in my young adult age, I just see the furless sack of cotton propped up against a wall corner, lifelessly staring with its plastic eyes off into space, wearing away over the years.
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Do you you remember me?
How Old?
How many friends he has other than you?
As old as me,
Uncountable. Too many other stuffed animals packed away, in the love and care of children in need, and lost in the black hole, also known as the basement.