Here's an assignment I think we'll have fun with. Much like the backyard one.
I'd love to see a picture and description of one of your prized possessions.
Here's my first entry:
This is Melinda, my first teddybear.As the story goes, when I was 4 years old, my mom and aunt were out shopping with me, and I saw her on the shelf and continued to wail "beeeeeaaar!" until my aunt decided it would be a good idea to buy her for me.Smart lady.Melinda went everywhere with me for many years, and now has that well-loved worn-in look.
Two of my clearest memories:losing her while shopping in Caldor, and just freaking out.My mom & I went back to where we had been before, but... no bear.So we went to the information / lost & found counter, and asked if they'd found a bear.The girl looked for a moment, then said yes!I breathed a sigh of relief, and she pulled out...a different teddybear!It was so traumatic!My mom explained, no ours is wearing diapers with "MELINDA" written on the back of them.(A handkerchief folded nicely into a diaper What the hey?It was the closest my mom could get to getting me to like dolls and other maternal things.)Anyway, someone then appeared with my bear, and I was thrilled, but it taught me a lesson to always keep better track of her while out in public.I felt like I developed an ulcer that afternoon.
Another is: I had been playing with her in my yard, and when I went back outside to bring her in, she wasn't on the log where I'd left her.Everyone joined in the search.Turned out our neighbor's beagle, Margo, had taken her away to "play" with her.Margo used to eat everything in sight, and sure enough, Melinda's nose was missing.So my mom gave her a new one.Melinda is probably on her 3rd or 4th nose, and you know, she really isn't the Hollywood type!
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"Tell me, does it move you, Does it soothe you, Does it fill your heart and soul with the roots of rock & roll? When you can't get through it you can listen to it with a 'na na na na', Well I've been there before" -"Been There Before" by Hanson