Writer's Block: Toy story
Jan. 4th, 2010 04:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I had a stuffed bear named, predictably, "Teddy". It was a white bear with a red velvet bowtie. When my family took the long mid-winter trek across the continent to move from the foot of the Rockies to the East coast, it was the one toy I would not be parted with; everything else was packed up (and subsequently easy to be stolen. *sigh* Some mover's child got all my G.I. Joes and Transformers).
Somewhere in Western Ontario, Teddy got left behind in a motel when my parents bundled me up at dawn for another day's journey, and so wasn't missed until I woke up some hours later. Oh, how I cried! Teddy was the confidant of all my childish secrets, the captain of my guardian vanguard of stuffed animals that protected me from monsters in the night. My parents felt terrible -- not least because putting up with my wailing was a trial in a tiny car with no escape, I'm sure.
We arrived safe at my grandparents' just in time for Christmas, and Santa brought me another Teddy -- a white bear, with a red scarf. A note from the jolly saint himself told me that my original Teddy had made her way to him. He promised he would take good care of her, but because she missed me and worried about me, Santa had dispatched her brother -- the new bear -- to keep me company instead.
I had a stuffed bear named, predictably, "Teddy". It was a white bear with a red velvet bowtie. When my family took the long mid-winter trek across the continent to move from the foot of the Rockies to the East coast, it was the one toy I would not be parted with; everything else was packed up (and subsequently easy to be stolen. *sigh* Some mover's child got all my G.I. Joes and Transformers).
Somewhere in Western Ontario, Teddy got left behind in a motel when my parents bundled me up at dawn for another day's journey, and so wasn't missed until I woke up some hours later. Oh, how I cried! Teddy was the confidant of all my childish secrets, the captain of my guardian vanguard of stuffed animals that protected me from monsters in the night. My parents felt terrible -- not least because putting up with my wailing was a trial in a tiny car with no escape, I'm sure.
We arrived safe at my grandparents' just in time for Christmas, and Santa brought me another Teddy -- a white bear, with a red scarf. A note from the jolly saint himself told me that my original Teddy had made her way to him. He promised he would take good care of her, but because she missed me and worried about me, Santa had dispatched her brother -- the new bear -- to keep me company instead.