Aww, isn't that a cute little teddy bear? Quick fact: I'd call him "Baby Bear." My grandma gave it to me when I was a few years old and it instantly became my favorite thing in the world. I'd carry it everywhere I went at every hour of the day. I'd hold it while eating food, while going to the bathroom, while watching Sesame Street....
That brings me to the scary part about this bear. While I'd be watching Sesame Street at 2 in the afternoon, I'd generally be ready to pass out while suckling my warm baby bottle and clenching "Baby Bear."
I had one of these bottle when I was younger.
Does that explain a few things?
For some reason my absolute favorite part of this bear was the tag on its underside. While falling asleep, I'd pull on the tag until it eventually… disappeared.
I know it looks like I purposely did this, but keep in mind I was two or three years old. I still have this bear, bare ass and all.
He calls this pose "The Offering."
What were some of your guys' childhood items that were practically glued to your hands? What would you take with you everywhere you went?
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