Today i found huge inspiration from a big ol' bear named Fuzzy Wuzzy. I used to have him in my room guarding it up on a shelf and watching over my bed. this bear was my mom's given to her by my dad on one of their valentines days spent together. Today on Skype with a friend she began to show me some of her old toys and things and prompted me to bring out some of mine. Digging through some old garbage bags i found this bear. Once a loved prized possesion reduced to a trash bag.
So now that my big winded story of guilt is over i was wondering if any of you have a similar story of a lost friend found once again or one continually cherished.
My much beloved walking doll with wardrobe sewn by my mother has been cherished by three generations, My granddaughters love to play with her when they come for a visit.
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have had him since I was 5!