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Edited on Sun Jun-07-09 07:31 PM by UndertheOcean
Now this might sound corny.
But when I was about 7 I was told that an old worn out teddy bear that was just lying around the house was the first gift my maternal grandfather bought for me. He died shortly after my birth.
I just grew attached to that stuffed bear , started sleeping with it each night , hugging it , kissing it goodnight. taking it with me to the sink when I brushed my teeth. Asking it how was it's day when I came back from school. I really felt my grandfather was present when I interacted with it .
I guess I was being watched , after a few weeks of this , one day the bear just disappeared . came back from school and it was no where to be found . I asked about its whereabouts and in a stern voice it was explained to me that it was an old toy , unclean , and could give me diseases. And that I was too old to play with stuffed animals.
ah, childhood memories.
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