The Things From Our Youth We Wish We Kept

My sanity 

Health, love of my life, signed stubs from the 90’s

It wasn't me that got rid of it. My childhood teddy bear. I LOVED that bear, and he was in great shape. I got him when I was about 7, and still had him when I was 19 and moved out of town for a season. I had every intention of keeping him until death - there was a lot of sentimentality going on there. While I was out of town stretching my wings, my mother fucking cleared out my entire bedroom (which is bad enough in the first place - she knew I was coming back in a few months; I felt pretty violated in general when I got home to find all my stuff gone and my bedroom remodeled without my input), and she gave my beloved childhood teddy to some little cousin of mine who I barely even knew. I am STILL mad about it when I think of it. My mom is great, but every once in a blue moon she does something that is just so fucking ridiculously irritating and thoughtless, and that was one of those times.

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.

Only thing i kinda wish i still had was my Atari 2600 and the game cartridges.  Had it until the mid 90's but gave it to our neighbor.

Still have most of my favorite old toys from my childhood, granted most of them are broken though like Transformers, GI Joe, Star Wars and sports cards.

Barbie Dream House... my daughter would have loved that detailed version of it. The cheap crap they have these days, even with electronic parts, is nothing compared to the original. 3 part sliding glass doors...yesss.

Would it be weird if I said my virginity?

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.

I actually have a hollow feeling reading this.  R.i.p Jones family teddy