29.11.12

Teddy


I think everybody has their favorite childhood toy which comes with best memories and stories. 
So mine is about 50 years old maybe even a little bit older (it used to belong to my father). When I first found him at my grandmothers house, she didn't want me to have it. I spent few hours crying and begging her to allow me to keep it. Since that day, I never let him out of my hands. It was my best friend, I took him everywhere. Once me and my parents went to town and I forgot him at home, when we came back I apologized to Teddy and said that I will never ever will forget  him at home again. When I was 7 years old I got into fight with my sister, as a result my Teddy lost his head. As my mother was busy that day, I had to be his doctor and  I sew his head back myself. You can see that he has blue threads on his neck and he finds it hard to hold his head at the moment. As we were moving places later, I didn't saw him for many years. But we were reunited 5 or 6 years ago. Now he calmly sits on a shelf, and brings back nice childhood memories.


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