Writer's Block: Toy story

[razzleccentric]

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My teddy bear, Brownie. He meant everything: love, family, safety, peace.

My grandmother gave him away when I was 17, while I was visiting my parents. She did that with almost all of my childhood toys (except the ones I hid). I never in a million years thought she'd give away the damn teddy bear that I'd had since I was two. I mean, she still had my mother's teddy bear at the time, which was at least 30 years old.

Guess I was different.

Never forgave her. Never will.

Comments

[kendokamel.livejournal.com]

):

*hugs*

[angelamermaid.livejournal.com]

I still have the teddy I got for my first Christmas. I wouldn't forgive anyone for throwing it out.

[blkrose2004.livejournal.com]

*huggles*

[scienceguru.livejournal.com]

:(

Mine is an Oscar the Grouch doll I got when I was 2. He was the second one I'd owned because I wore the first one out. I still have him, and he is worse for the wear but I still love him.

[d-c-m.livejournal.com]

I totally understand!

[amethystjade.livejournal.com]

My grandmother did that with my toys and clothes. More clothes, luckily. I remember one time she gave away a tie-dye shirt I'd made less than a month previously - because it was "obviously too small" for me. Thanks Grandma, for combining your thievery with insults.

[amethyst-clan.livejournal.com]

Totally understand that. :( -hugs-

[veronica-rich.livejournal.com]

My grandma's a total asshole, if it makes you feel better. I don't speak to her anymore. :-)