We've had a lot of good times haven't we? All good things must unfortunately come to an end. You helped me a lot through my childhood, but clearly I'm too old for you now.
Remember that time in Walt Disney World when I saw you for the very first time in that store and I was just three years old? I begged and begged my mom and dad to let me take you home, and thank goodness they agreed to buy you. Your ears were all perky and you were that perfect shade of pink, and you were so fluffy and soft. You were my best friend in an instant. I brought you around Disney for the remainder of the trip. I remember this like it was just yesterday, however that yesterday was many, many years ago. Years later and here we are.
It's funny, how a stuffed animal can be your only friend until you step out and make friends on your own. Kindergarten came, and sure we still had our moments, our car rides, even or many imaginary adventures, but let's face it.. I was making friends now.. REAL friends. Not to say you weren't a real friend because let's face it, you were, and I guess you still are, but I don't need you as much as I used to. I don't need you to scare away the "monsters" or whatever I used to call them. Hint, they were never really existant in the first place. Just a small part of a very vivid childhood imagination.
You just kinda sit at the end of my bed now, staring at me with those button eyes of yours and I can't say I feel all that bad. I'm grateful, and most of all thankful for the times that we had. Without you I wouldn't have been able to face those "monsters" or whatever you call them. Sadly, Piglet this is the end of a small chapter in my life, my childhood. You were a big part of that chapter, however now you will sit at the end of my bed and exist in many happy childhood memories. Thanks for everything, that childhood with you was the best.
-Me
I think most of us feel this way about some of our childhood possessions. The older we get the less we think about these once loved things of ours. I know whenever I clean my room there's always one or two things that catch my eye and take me back to those memories. As much I hate the thought of going to college and leaving all my memories behind in this small town of mine, I know that I'll make new ones.
ReplyDeleteEveryone has a stuffed animal friend at some point and time. With the stuffed animals you love them for ever. Then comes a time when you stop playing with them and then they just end up sitting in a bag in the attic and then you start to forget the friend that you made way before you even started kindergarten is alone in the attic. Then a few years down the road you find the stuffed animal that you loved and you cherished and had all of those memories that you had with the animal come flooding back and then you wonder why you hid him away. Then you find a special place in you room then you look at him every day a think of all of the fun times that you had with him. So that's why I have my favorite stuffed animal in my room on my desk and I can see him everyday.
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