"So I was shocked and disappointed that you left out such an important favorite childhood toy ( or maybe you don't consider it childhood??) so I wanted to post MY favorite childhood toy but I'm too dumb to figure out how to post a photo in the comment section, so I'm hoping you'll post an editors note to amend that entry. Here's MY favorite childhood toy, bunny. And I still sleep with it. Vintage fisher price 1979 (crap I'm old). 2 years ago my family staged an intervention and bought me a new one in eBay ( I'm not kidding, it was only made in 1979. -- god bless eBay). But it's not the same. Maybe I'll give it to my kids someday. Only I don't think the beagles will appreciate it so much. ...authors note, the real bunny is on the left. That is all."Now, Kelly and I lived together for a year in college, however, I consider it almost two years because I used to spend the night at her house all the time. I know Bunny well, and she knows Chuck and blank-wike (aka Muggie, MyMy, blankie, etc.). She also knows Cooler and Kaytie's blank-wike. My sister and I also both STILL sleep with our comfort items. My bear and blanket, Kaytie's dog and blanket and Kelly's bunny. Do we have issues with security? Are we freaks? Do I need to go to a therapist? Please weigh in on this matter while checking out pictures of Kaytie's Cooler (dog) and blankie (that has definitely seen better days) and my Chuck and blankie.
Furthermore, Cameron now has a little "muggie" that he seemingly is getting pretty attached to, and my nephew Noah has a blanket and stuffed sting ray named Bob that he takes everywhere. Are my sister and I raising children who will need therapy in the future?
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I used to sleep with some stuffed animal or another when I was younger, but then I had trouble falling asleep if I didn't have it...so I kicked the habit!
But now I just sleep with living and breathing animals.
Aww sweet bunny. Makes me wanna crawl up and go to sleep. For the record, dr phil said we were normal. For whatever that's worth!
I had a purple bear. I named her "Purple Patty." I was real fucking creative. My dad bought it for me and I loved it. I slept with it every night and obviously took the bear to college with me. I tried to bring it into my marital bed but my husband protested. So now it is tucked away in a box in the crawl space. I still think about Purple Patty from time to time. I miss her. Maybe we can get a group discount on therapy.
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