The Things From Our Youth We Wish We Kept

Fifthelement

Hobbes said:

Thirty Bills Unpaid said:

Malroth said:

My friends.

Good call.

Often something will elicit some memory from the past and I'll wonder what my childhood friend is doing now. Such simple times back then Inshared with some great pals.

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?

Great quote from a great movie.

Thoughts_Arrive

Fifthelement said:

PJ_Soul said:

lastexitlondon said:

Go get that bear .  Bring him home 

He's long gone. That cousin and her parents had absolutely no idea that it meant anything to me. By the time I found out where it had gone it was too late, because my mom actually lied to me about where it had gone once she saw I was so mad about it. She said she'd chucked it out, I think because she felt it would be embarrassing if the family she gave it to discovered that she'd just stolen it from me. I only found out where the teddy had really gone when I was at the family's house for some dinner a year or two later, and spotted him in a corner, all destroyed, ready for the trash. Even then I took my mom aside and confronted her about it then and there, saying I was going to take it back, and she literally freaked out and forbade me from saying anything ... Obviously I wish I hadn't let her convince me not to. Perhaps I could have fixed him up, cleaned him, sewn up the holes.... So there you have it, the Jones family teddy bear saga, where my mom comes out the villain, lol.
I think it burns as bad as it does because I was actually the exact opposite of spoiled as a kid, to the point where I barely had any toys at all, and that was the only plush toy I ever had as a child. It's not like he was just my favorite teddy. He was my ONLY teddy.

My heart breaks just reading this.  That was a really unkind and thoughtless thing that she did.  I can see that it is still a raw wound for you.  (((Hugs)))

My mum threw out all my artwork from my childhood. It ripped my heart out. No matter how much I raved and protested she just could not understand what my drawings meant to me.

ConorKavanagh

This thread has really gotten me down thinking about how different things used to be, and how the things that mean so much to us are nowhere to be see as we approach the end of our lives usually. I wish I had given more stuff away if I'm being honest. I kept too much old crap.

Meltdown99

My Vinyl Records ...

brianlux

Thoughts_Arrive said:

Fifthelement said:

PJ_Soul said:

lastexitlondon said:

Go get that bear .  Bring him home 

He's long gone. That cousin and her parents had absolutely no idea that it meant anything to me. By the time I found out where it had gone it was too late, because my mom actually lied to me about where it had gone once she saw I was so mad about it. She said she'd chucked it out, I think because she felt it would be embarrassing if the family she gave it to discovered that she'd just stolen it from me. I only found out where the teddy had really gone when I was at the family's house for some dinner a year or two later, and spotted him in a corner, all destroyed, ready for the trash. Even then I took my mom aside and confronted her about it then and there, saying I was going to take it back, and she literally freaked out and forbade me from saying anything ... Obviously I wish I hadn't let her convince me not to. Perhaps I could have fixed him up, cleaned him, sewn up the holes.... So there you have it, the Jones family teddy bear saga, where my mom comes out the villain, lol.
I think it burns as bad as it does because I was actually the exact opposite of spoiled as a kid, to the point where I barely had any toys at all, and that was the only plush toy I ever had as a child. It's not like he was just my favorite teddy. He was my ONLY teddy.

My heart breaks just reading this.  That was a really unkind and thoughtless thing that she did.  I can see that it is still a raw wound for you.  (((Hugs)))

My mum threw out all my artwork from my childhood. It ripped my heart out. No matter how much I raved and protested she just could not understand what my drawings meant to me.

I loved my folks a lot (RIP both) but they chucked out all my original Filmore posters and handbills (all of which would be worth thousands of dollars today) and as bad as that was, I would be even more bummed if they had thrown out something I had created.  I'm sorry yours are gone. 

Have you created more art work since then?

Thoughts_Arrive

brianlux said:

Thoughts_Arrive said:

Fifthelement said:

PJ_Soul said:

lastexitlondon said:

Go get that bear .  Bring him home 

He's long gone. That cousin and her parents had absolutely no idea that it meant anything to me. By the time I found out where it had gone it was too late, because my mom actually lied to me about where it had gone once she saw I was so mad about it. She said she'd chucked it out, I think because she felt it would be embarrassing if the family she gave it to discovered that she'd just stolen it from me. I only found out where the teddy had really gone when I was at the family's house for some dinner a year or two later, and spotted him in a corner, all destroyed, ready for the trash. Even then I took my mom aside and confronted her about it then and there, saying I was going to take it back, and she literally freaked out and forbade me from saying anything ... Obviously I wish I hadn't let her convince me not to. Perhaps I could have fixed him up, cleaned him, sewn up the holes.... So there you have it, the Jones family teddy bear saga, where my mom comes out the villain, lol.
I think it burns as bad as it does because I was actually the exact opposite of spoiled as a kid, to the point where I barely had any toys at all, and that was the only plush toy I ever had as a child. It's not like he was just my favorite teddy. He was my ONLY teddy.

My heart breaks just reading this.  That was a really unkind and thoughtless thing that she did.  I can see that it is still a raw wound for you.  (((Hugs)))

My mum threw out all my artwork from my childhood. It ripped my heart out. No matter how much I raved and protested she just could not understand what my drawings meant to me.

I loved my folks a lot (RIP both) but they chucked out all my original Filmore posters and handbills (all of which would be worth thousands of dollars today) and as bad as that was, I would be even more bummed if they had thrown out something I had created.  I'm sorry yours are gone. 

Have you created more art work since then?

I have since last year, not much but. Decided to get creative again after almost 20 years of not doing any art.
Working on a little painting atm. 

HesCalledDyer

electronblue said:

bicycle

Good one. Wish I still had my old bmx bike from my
childhood. First “real” bike I had that wasn’t a discount department store bike.