This is such a beautiful & poignant read...I think my regrets over the loss of Kermit & Scooter were mainly due to your attachment to Kermit as a small child...you may recall that he went everywhere with you, tucked under your arm in nursery school, with you constantly flicking one of his arms as if to include him in all of your experiences. No doubt he was a great source of comfort & security for you, my sweet four year old Nadia; wherever you went, Kermit did too.
Just a couple of years ago I discovered my childhood teddy bear packed away in an old suitcase in the garage of my parents home, as it was being cleared for sale. In remarkably good condition I was thrilled to see him...one of my favourite childhood pics is of me cuddling this teddy when I am about 18 months old...he now has pride of place in this 61 year old's bedroom...naturally!
I have a teddy, called Tedwood (it was supposed to be Tedward, but I always pronounced it like "wood") that either my nan or great-aunt (I'm ashamed that I can't remember who right now) gave my Mum before I was born. He's currently in a box in the cupboard, and I'm now desperately hoping he's not covered in mould like so many other things have been in this damp house. I'm going to have to check, but I'm also scared in case he's mouldy.
I absolutely thought my teddies were all sentient. I used to imagine what they'd get up to while I was at school or staying over at my Nan's house.
This is such a beautiful & poignant read...I think my regrets over the loss of Kermit & Scooter were mainly due to your attachment to Kermit as a small child...you may recall that he went everywhere with you, tucked under your arm in nursery school, with you constantly flicking one of his arms as if to include him in all of your experiences. No doubt he was a great source of comfort & security for you, my sweet four year old Nadia; wherever you went, Kermit did too.
Just a couple of years ago I discovered my childhood teddy bear packed away in an old suitcase in the garage of my parents home, as it was being cleared for sale. In remarkably good condition I was thrilled to see him...one of my favourite childhood pics is of me cuddling this teddy when I am about 18 months old...he now has pride of place in this 61 year old's bedroom...naturally!
I have a teddy, called Tedwood (it was supposed to be Tedward, but I always pronounced it like "wood") that either my nan or great-aunt (I'm ashamed that I can't remember who right now) gave my Mum before I was born. He's currently in a box in the cupboard, and I'm now desperately hoping he's not covered in mould like so many other things have been in this damp house. I'm going to have to check, but I'm also scared in case he's mouldy.
I absolutely thought my teddies were all sentient. I used to imagine what they'd get up to while I was at school or staying over at my Nan's house.