All the kidlets

[kellifer]

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.

Comments

[azurehart.livejournal.com]

For me it was a brown bear I called Ivan (the Bearable). He was a gift on my 6th birthday.

I drug Ivan around everywhere with me. A few months after getting Ivan I ended up in the hospital for a week with burst appendix. I missed my parents of course, but I was distraught over not having Ivan with me.

I still have that bear. He's a lot worse for wear after 37 years. He is missing one eye, and his paw pads have been sown back on with yarn. Still he has a place of honor, sitting on a shelf in my room with a few other childhood memories.

[lark_ascends]

Love the story about the police station.

[jibrailis.livejournal.com]

My heart grows two sizes. ♥

I had the same thing happen with a cloth doll I had named Rose. I loved Rose, and then Rose's head fell off in the laundry. I was traumatized forever.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

I wish I still had Mickey. My sister had a rabbit that went everywhere that survived (minus one eye and with an ear hanging on by a thread for years) who still lives at my parent's house in the room that was ours.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

:D

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Yep, that would definitely traumatize me!

[leavingslowly.livejournal.com]

I had a pound puppy (named Puppy, of course) that I carried with me everywhere, and apparently I liked to suck my thumb while holding this thing next to my face. My parents, myself and Puppy all went to visit my parents' friends, and while we were out eating dinner, the friend's dog ate the ears off of Puppy (ironic, I know) before their daughter could stop him. You would think I could get over this because most of Puppy was still intact, but no. My Dad used to love to tell the story of how the daughter presented me with earless Puppy, told me how she'd saved him and washed him, and I was totally grateful until I held him up to my face and then I became horrified and screamed: "He doesn't smell the same! He smells like a dog!"

I never sucked my thumb again. but I continued to haul Puppy around for a couple years, and now he sits on a shelf as a reminder of what a weird little child I was.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Awwwwww! :D

[nola-nola.livejournal.com]

Mine was a chimpanzee named Zippy. His ears fell off and the fur has all rubbed off in some spots. He's in the closet with his ears in a baggy.

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.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Hehehehee... that's awesome! :D