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Writer's Block: Toy story
Jan. 5th, 2010 11:35 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
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.
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.
