Teddies!

We all went over to my parents' house yesterday, to help clean out a lot of old stuff in the storage shed.


I had my sister approach me with a bag, and say determinedly "Okay. Decision time: keep, or throw away."

I was sitting there thinking Throw away, clearly. After all, I can't remember anything that's still stored here, and it therefore can't be that important to me.

...and then she pulled out a teddy bear.

A tiny, scruffy old teddy bear.

And I took one look at him, and remembered all about his personality, and his friendship with the other bears, and oh, there were other bears too, and all about their personalities...

Needless to say, I couldn't bear the thought of them being thrown away. They are now living in my toy box, waiting for nephews to visit and play with them.



I am sentimental and foolish. And have many bears.