Which toy did you take with you everywhere you went? Was it a safety blanket? A bear? Tell us all about it!
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I have a white teddy bear who wears a cute white dress. I had her for so long that i don’t even remember when i got her. I slept with her every night as a kid to make me feel safe and i still do but only to support my arm while sleeping.
A black jellycat rabbit plushie, he still comes everywhere with me in my pocket 😅
Also a tiny, tiny plush monkey my granny gave to me just before she passed away, he means a lot and reminds me of her 🥺
I went to a place with my class. I don’t remember the place but it had a gift shop. I bought a toy tomahawk- rubber too bamboo handle. I was in love with that tomahawk! I took it everywhere, even to bed! When my brother caused the rubber top to come off I carried the handle around with me.
This little blue dog that my parents bought for me before I was born. I loved that thing and would sleep with it every night.
When I was about 5 or 6 my aunt got me a life size stuffed tiger. I'm 12 now and I still have it :) his name is Sir Fluffsalot III
I had a plush Labrador and I carried it everywhere. I dressed him up and made him a cardboard dog house and cardboard food bowls. I made him a fabric cape, and I gave him cards for each holiday.
My Star Wars figures; I played with them incessantly. I moved a LOT, and had trouble fitting in, so Luke Skywalker’s outsider-becomes-hero story was just magical to me as a boy.
In 1990 when I was 6 years old, I received a book (it was pretty big) covered in red velvet with all of the Disney stories. 8 years ago it disappeared while I was moving🥺🥺🥺
Oh no!!! I'm so sorry it disappeared!!! I hope it turns up again one day!!!
A doll. Not a barbie doll but an 18in doll with pudgy thighs and flat feet - like me. She was (still is) black and I’m white but I couldn’t have cared less. What mattered to me was that we were built the same.
My mum has long got rid of my dolls but if she gives this one away or loses it, there’ll be hell to pay.
I also used to have a black doll when I was little, and I am also not black. I specifically asked for her at the toy store. My mom just looked at her and smiled and said yes. (She had taken me to the toy store as a reward for doing well in a scary dentist appointment (I had to have my baby teeth pulled out, none of them fell out on their own and my adult teeth grew in behind them, so I had rows of teeth).) I played with that doll so, so much. I loved her. You could feed her cherries from this plastic spoon and when you put it to her lips the cherries disappeared. She also smelled like cherries.
A blue rock that was the key to my imaginary world. I picked it up almost 11 years ago, and I still have it.
A Golden Bear recurve bow. Had a lot of fun shooting at cardboard boxes, and I was the envy of all the little boys in the neighborhood.
I have a 33-year-old teddy bear that was my mom's when she was my age!
My dad was a social worker who taught himself carpentry skills so he could build a house for my mother. When I was 6 he built me a doll house that was a replica of that house. He was an amazing man.
My dad was a social worker who taught himself carpentry skills so he could build a house for my mother. When I was 6 he built me a doll house that was a replica of that house. He was an amazing man.
