Nar
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Just now, I was looking at pictures in google and saw a few plush teddy bears.
For some reason, I paused and finally realized the visuals triggered a memory of my childhood which was at the time, a bit traumatizing for me as a young boy.
K. Here goes. And you better not laugh! ...haha.
When I was a kid, I had a small group of plush dolls. Ranging from a white teddy bear with a rainbow colored shirt and cute little hat that i loved so much, to a gray raccoon and even a baby plush godzilla, amongst Pinnochio and a few other generic plush dolls.
My mom always loves telling this story.... I used to get caught sleeping with all my plush dolls, me in the middle or on the far left and them right next to me. And I would always wake up to make sure the blanket was covering them warm. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night and find the last doll on the farthest right, uncovered and I'd feel so sorry for it, It bring it in right next to me, seriously almost as if they were all living things. rofl...
I loved them so sooo much. Every time, I'd bring at least one doll with me around the house.
I was about 7 or 8 years old. I'd always talk to them in my room and we'd have meetings. roflm... And I'd protect them from "bad guys".
God... the innocence of a child...you know what I mean?? :baby:
Anyways, this is where it got really traumatizing....
So one day, my mom's best friend comes over and she had her son who was my friend and we always loved to play together. Well, I was in the middle of my bath when they came over. And that boy grabbed all my plush dolls and threw them over the curtain of the bath tub and me in there watching my plushies hit the water.
And I was yelling at him to stop it, but he kept giggling and throwing more in.
Finally my mom and her friend yelled at both of us to be quiet and i had to get out of the bath.
My plushies were soaked. And again...considering how close I was to these things at the time, I was whispering "are you guys cold? here let me put you to dry".
And I made the big mistake of hiding them inside an empty cupboard. Soaked.
Sooo.. why did I do that? Because I was dumb. lol. Simply put. :baby: It never crossed my mind to ask my mother to put them in the dryer....
so... The next day, my mom yells at me. I go into the hallway and there i see all my still soaked plushies next to her on the floor as she was pulling them out. But they smelled mildewy she said. And she forced me to throw them out into the garbage bin outside.
Man.. I was crying and crying telling her "no no! please". But she was getting really upset with me and there I go, throwing them out. One by one.
And it was like a death sentence for them or something. And I remember sooo well...the glass eyes on my white bear..just staring at me. And I kissed its nose and I actually said I love you to it. *blushes hardcore*
I couldn't sleep well for days. Took a lot of time to get over the guilt I felt inside of me, wondering if they're suffering out there or something and I remember really hating my friend for it.
Wow...
When I think back and remember my footsteps. It really makes me wonder about kids today. Like a reminder of how their minds work. You know? Or maybe it was just me? Nah... I'm sure some of you had some similar things happen.
I would love to have that bear back to be very honest with you. I would trade everything I own for it. All my game systems, collectibles, computer, everything. If it would ever be possible to have it in my hands again, it would surely send me back into a trance. But that's just wishful thinking.
Hehe... well. Thought I'd share this tidbit of my past. :cheeky:
Dream and live the dream. :heart:
For some reason, I paused and finally realized the visuals triggered a memory of my childhood which was at the time, a bit traumatizing for me as a young boy.
K. Here goes. And you better not laugh! ...haha.
When I was a kid, I had a small group of plush dolls. Ranging from a white teddy bear with a rainbow colored shirt and cute little hat that i loved so much, to a gray raccoon and even a baby plush godzilla, amongst Pinnochio and a few other generic plush dolls.
My mom always loves telling this story.... I used to get caught sleeping with all my plush dolls, me in the middle or on the far left and them right next to me. And I would always wake up to make sure the blanket was covering them warm. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night and find the last doll on the farthest right, uncovered and I'd feel so sorry for it, It bring it in right next to me, seriously almost as if they were all living things. rofl...
I loved them so sooo much. Every time, I'd bring at least one doll with me around the house.
I was about 7 or 8 years old. I'd always talk to them in my room and we'd have meetings. roflm... And I'd protect them from "bad guys".
God... the innocence of a child...you know what I mean?? :baby:
Anyways, this is where it got really traumatizing....
So one day, my mom's best friend comes over and she had her son who was my friend and we always loved to play together. Well, I was in the middle of my bath when they came over. And that boy grabbed all my plush dolls and threw them over the curtain of the bath tub and me in there watching my plushies hit the water.
And I was yelling at him to stop it, but he kept giggling and throwing more in.
Finally my mom and her friend yelled at both of us to be quiet and i had to get out of the bath.
My plushies were soaked. And again...considering how close I was to these things at the time, I was whispering "are you guys cold? here let me put you to dry".
And I made the big mistake of hiding them inside an empty cupboard. Soaked.
Sooo.. why did I do that? Because I was dumb. lol. Simply put. :baby: It never crossed my mind to ask my mother to put them in the dryer....
so... The next day, my mom yells at me. I go into the hallway and there i see all my still soaked plushies next to her on the floor as she was pulling them out. But they smelled mildewy she said. And she forced me to throw them out into the garbage bin outside.
Man.. I was crying and crying telling her "no no! please". But she was getting really upset with me and there I go, throwing them out. One by one.
And it was like a death sentence for them or something. And I remember sooo well...the glass eyes on my white bear..just staring at me. And I kissed its nose and I actually said I love you to it. *blushes hardcore*
I couldn't sleep well for days. Took a lot of time to get over the guilt I felt inside of me, wondering if they're suffering out there or something and I remember really hating my friend for it.
Wow...
When I think back and remember my footsteps. It really makes me wonder about kids today. Like a reminder of how their minds work. You know? Or maybe it was just me? Nah... I'm sure some of you had some similar things happen.
I would love to have that bear back to be very honest with you. I would trade everything I own for it. All my game systems, collectibles, computer, everything. If it would ever be possible to have it in my hands again, it would surely send me back into a trance. But that's just wishful thinking.
Hehe... well. Thought I'd share this tidbit of my past. :cheeky:
Dream and live the dream. :heart: