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Did you have a favorite toy as a child that you took with you everywhere? If so, what was it and what happened to it?
I had a Mickey Mouse with the softest denim body ever and a plush head and yellow feet. I don't ever remember him being new so I think I must have inherited him from somewhere but he was my companion from when I can remember such things.
We went through everything together. When I was sick, I threw up on him and my mum put him through the wash and then hung him out to dry on the line by his ears. I cried because I thought the pegs were hurting him.
His feet were the perfect size to jam into my mouth when I was upset or scared. I can't remember at what age but we went to the police station once to visit my uncle (a cop at the time) and I left him there accidentally. When I realised, screamed and my dad turned the car around, when we got back to the counter the policeman in charge showed us that Mickey had been fingerprinted and put in a cell to cool his heels while he waited for us to return.
One day, my dad decided he was smelly and awful enough to warrant another go around in the wash. My mum must have put him through on super-gentle or else Mickey had just reached his critical failure point because when my dad opened the washing machine to pull him out, he had DISINTEGRATED. There was absolutely nothing left except some blue denim fluff.
I was distraught. My grandmother tried to help by purchasing a new Mickey. He was brightly coloured, hard as a brick and was not MY Mickey.
You never forget your first true love.
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My daughter had a favorite doll that fell apart. One day a shocked visitor asked..."Is your daughter carrying a doll without a head?" I said oh yes. Some days she carries around the body, some days just the head.
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