Something I remembered about my past... heh

[Nar]

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:

 

[Anna]

Aww, that's such a sweet story. Thanks for sharing.
I have a cuddly toy elephant called Blanky I've had since I was very, very young. It was savaged by my family dog several times over the years and it's covered in patches of material where it's been put back together over and over again by my lovely sister. There isn't much original material left on it I don't think. :lol:
It's sweet how we still keep our attachments to these things even as we grow into adults. There's still that child inside who clings onto the simple things like toys.

 

[The One.]

Awww *hugs* That's a horrible thing to get through when you're little! So cute that you'd sleep with them and make sure they all would be warm :give_heart:

I had LOTS of stuffed animals when I was little. I have two big sisters so you can imagine the amount of them when I had all theirs old toys and my own who were bought just for me. There were hundreds of them, lol, at least dozens.. Most are still somewhere in our carage

Anyway they all had names obviously and a strict order where they should be in the shelf or in my bed. Luckily I never had such traumatizing moment in my childhood as you

 

[TarinJade]

I have a pink stuffed bear that I've had since I was less than a year old. I started calling him "Pinku Bear" when I learned to talk and it stuck. What's funny about him is that he doesn't smile. His mouth curves downward. It's not a frown, but he looks very serious. It always made him stand out amongst a sea of happy stuffed animals. I had another bear that was his "best friend," and they were both married to another bear and a doll. I used to playact that they were going out to dinner and stuff like that. One of my mom's favorite home movies is of me dancing with him to "Do You Love Me" by the Contours, when I was about two or three.

Over the years he got dirty from all the use, until my mom finally washed him several years ago. Now he's pink again and he sits near my desk with a few other stuffed animals. What's really funny is not that I still have this attachment, but that my mom does too. One time I put him away in the closet and she acted all outraged, because he "deserved a special place to be displayed." :lol: When I was in a craft store earlier this year, I saw in the clearance bin a pair of teddy bear eyeglasses, and I bought them for him. Yeah....I'm 24!!!

So he's wearing a pair of eyeglasses now. My mom saw them and didn't bat an eye, because "He's older and his eyes aren't what they used to be."

:hysterical:

 

[BlackCat*]

Such a sweet story ....
As a child I had thousands of stuffed animals, all had names,
and I have to protect them with my life ,LOL.
When I moved out of home I have unfortunately left them there
and my mother threw it away at some point ....

But i have a new stuffed animal family....and they all have a place in my bed:smilerolleyes::yes:

 

[Nar]

heheh! thanks for sharing your experiences ladies! I loved reading them!
Plush dolls FTW!!

 

[Mundy]

Awh that's sweet! I got a doll for my first christmas. I was 10 months old. When I was five or six my dad wanted to take her head off so he could fix her eye. I was screaming 'No I want her back!!'. She has a cloth body and a plastic head so I thought if he took it off he wouldn't be able to get it back on. My mother would have been able to sew it back and I trusted them with my life but not with my Aisling! She still has a wonky eye and lies on my bed wrapped in my baby blanket!

Random question but what colour was the hat on your favourite one with the rainbow shirt?

 

[Nar]

Awh that's sweet! I got a doll for my first christmas. I was 10 months old. When I was five or six my dad wanted to take her head off so he could fix her eye. I was screaming 'No I want her back!!'. She has a cloth body and a plastic head so I thought if he took it off he wouldn't be able to get it back on. My mother would have been able to sew it back and I trusted them with my life but not with my Aisling! She still has a wonky eye and lies on my bed wrapped in my baby blanket!

Random question but what colour was the hat on your favourite one with the rainbow shirt?

awww That's awesome that you still have it!
Oh, mine had a matching rainbow, slightly cone shaped, hat. haha.

 

[StaceyMJ]

That's so cute. Awwww bless you! :cheeky:
I used to be like that with this doll I had, I used to have her sleep in my bed with me, and I would make a point of holding her hand when I went to sleep! :blush: I still have her, and a couple of other toys including a cat named Barney. My photo's as a kid could be renamed find Barney the cat. :toofunny: He was always with me, somewhere. So precious. I'm so sorry you don't still have your toys.

 

[Melania]

Awwwww that is so heartbreaking. I once got mad at my daughter and threatened to get rid of her doll and she started crying so hard, I felt like the worst parent ever(I never did it again!). Kids can become so attached to material things that it's as comforting to them as human comfort, and it can be traumatic to take the object away(or even threaten to :smilerolleyes. I'm so sorry that happened to you Nar!

 

[Clara]

I have a pink stuffed bear that I've had since I was less than a year old. I started calling him "Pinku Bear" when I learned to talk and it stuck. What's funny about him is that he doesn't smile. His mouth curves downward. It's not a frown, but he looks very serious. It always made him stand out amongst a sea of happy stuffed animals. I had another bear that was his "best friend," and they were both married to another bear and a doll. I used to playact that they were going out to dinner and stuff like that. One of my mom's favorite home movies is of me dancing with him to "Do You Love Me" by the Contours, when I was about two or three.

Over the years he got dirty from all the use, until my mom finally washed him several years ago. Now he's pink again and he sits near my desk with a few other stuffed animals. What's really funny is not that I still have this attachment, but that my mom does too. One time I put him away in the closet and she acted all outraged, because he "deserved a special place to be displayed." :lol: When I was in a craft store earlier this year, I saw in the clearance bin a pair of teddy bear eyeglasses, and I bought them for him. Yeah....I'm 24!!!

So he's wearing a pair of eyeglasses now. My mom saw them and didn't bat an eye, because "He's older and his eyes aren't what they used to be."

:hysterical:

:lol: @ your mom!

And the whole thing is so cute!

My old toys are being used by my little nephews when they visit their grandparents

 

[Nar]

That's so cute. Awwww bless you! :cheeky:
I used to be like that with this doll I had, I used to have her sleep in my bed with me, and I would make a point of holding her hand when I went to sleep! :blush: I still have her, and a couple of other toys including a cat named Barney. My photo's as a kid could be renamed find Barney the cat. :toofunny: He was always with me, somewhere. So precious. I'm so sorry you don't still have your toys.

That's really sweet Stacey hehe!
Yeah sigh... I wish of all things, to have that bear. I remember so well how i played with it. Many times, i'd be in my room with it and i used to laugh so much because I'd like (this is kind of embarrassing) play this stare game with it where we both looked at the wall, then immediately turn our heads to look at each other. Of course, my hands moved him as if you know, he were doing it on his own. I know..weirdooo. lmao.
But he had such a cute nose. His snout was like a cone shape with a little black ball for a nose. Blue glass eyes with the black pupil in them. No mouth.
My imagination would make him smile, frown, etc.
Wow... I wish I could see a video of myself as a kid. I'm curious about the things I used to do. Gotta reach out for that and bring something special back from it. Never forget that part of you. No matter what.

Awwwww that is so heartbreaking. I once got mad at my daughter and threatened to get rid of her doll and she started crying so hard, I felt like the worst parent ever(I never did it again!). Kids can become so attached to material things that it's as comforting to them as human comfort, and it can be traumatic to take the object away(or even threaten to :smilerolleyes. I'm so sorry that happened to you Nar!

Yeah, it definitely hit me hard as a kid. I really felt like I was saying good bye to my furry friends forever. They never were mean nor ignored me. I always felt they were there for me as I was for them. Its easy to forget these things that would seem frivolous to an adult. I totally understand that.:better:
Growing up is the hardest part of life. The things you experience that arent pure of heart, etc. It rips away your dreams and big imaginations.
But the good news is, no matter what, I will always hold these memories near and dear. Thanks for sharing Milania :hug:

:lol: @ your mom!

And the whole thing is so cute!

My old toys are being used by my little nephews when they visit their grandparents

Thats fantastic! Being passed down to the next generation eh?

 

[MySerenity5]

This thread is so cute... It made me smile...

Life was so simple back then, huh? I wished I was a 5 year old again. Everything was so much more exciting, joyful and I was content. It was an age before you witness and discover the evils of the world... It was a wonderful time...

Anyways, I used to have this pillow that I can never ever sleep without. I actually used to think it was the sole reason why I fall asleep so easily. I love that pillow so much! It was a big, hard pillow and I often sleep with my leg over it. :lol: Then, when I turned 9... my Mom unknowingly threw my pillow away. I cried for days. As sad as it is, Spunky (my pillow's name... ) was my friend all those years. Even now, I still want it. It doesn't matter if it's ragged or old now. That pillow represents so much more to me than just a pillow. It's an essence of my wondeful childhood and even innocence.

This makes me want to return to the past... (sigh)

 

[Nar]

This thread is so cute... It made me smile...

Life was so simple back then, huh? I wished I was a 5 year old again. Everything was so much more exciting, joyful and I was content. It was an age before you witness and discover the evils of the world... It was a wonderful time...

Anyways, I used to have this pillow that I can never ever sleep without. I actually used to think it was the sole reason why I fall asleep so easily. I love that pillow so much! It was a big, hard pillow and I often sleep with my leg over it. :lol: Then, when I turned 9... my Mom unknowingly threw my pillow away. I cried for days. As sad as it is, Spunky (my pillow's name... ) was my friend all those years. Even now, I still want it. It doesn't matter if it's ragged or old now. That pillow represents so much more to me than just a pillow. It's an essence of my wondeful childhood and even innocence.

This makes me want to return to the past... (sigh)

Im glad it made you smile

And I totally agree with you. It's so much more. We put a lot into these things, kind of like storing a sort of energy in them. It could be anything.
Like an energy totem. :cheeky:
That reminds me, I need a set of nice soft pillows. :yes:

 

[Tinkerbell2]

I still buy plush dolls I feel safe when I have them in my bed beside me... And i'm 14 !! That was my confession :lol:

 

[Tinkerbell2]

I don't want to grow up ...