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ginnieb,
I'm sure he'd like that. Wait, he might like that
too much. hehe
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 2, 2005 at 4:25 PM
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OBP,
Don't choke or anything, K? I think you may get a kick out of what I just posted in Aries Poster Child.
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 2, 2005 at 4:24 PM
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Haha Sprtiz!
I wanna play with your brother! ;)
posted by
ginnieb
on June 2, 2005 at 3:02 PM
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Spiffy
Now I just was over at Strat's Carolina Stiff's. It took me 10 minutes to regain my composure. So I come back in here and sure enough, my composure is once again...out the door..You understand I just ate, this kind of laughter could cause indigestion...Your such a wonderful Mess!!!
posted by
Offy
on June 2, 2005 at 2:42 PM
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OBP,
Do you know what happened to her? Probably lost in the shuffle of life like most of our childhood stuff. Ya know, I gotta admit, dolls like that kinda freaked me out. Yeah, cause like, the ones that peed and cried real tears and stuff were, well, I don't know how to describe it but I just didn't want any part of them. I think it's all related to my fear of rubber and plastic people.
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 2, 2005 at 2:34 PM
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Spiffy
I used to have a "Tiny Tears" doll. I would love to kiss her again. She made real tears!
posted by
Offy
on June 2, 2005 at 2:17 PM
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OMG Alf!!
That has got to be one of the cutest things I've ever read!! I swear! My brother had a Bozo doll (the clown) that he adored. One day, my dad took him away cause he said boys shouldn't have dolls or something like that. (He was only about 6 or 7 years old....my brother that is!) Anyway, my poor brother was so sad. He said to my dad, "Dad, please don't take my Bozo away. He's my friend." My dad caved and gave him back.
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 2, 2005 at 2:13 PM
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Jimmy,
Is SpitFite to be added to the list of all my nicknames now? Oh, and what was your koala bears name? **curious Aries girl must know such things**
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 2, 2005 at 2:09 PM
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ginnieb,
She must have been a girl and she could have been "chico and the man" hehe. My brother had 2 monkey stuffed animals. My dad called one Senior Schmeck Dreck and the other was Junior Schmeck Dreck.
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 2, 2005 at 2:08 PM
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gypsy,
That's a perfect exchange!!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 2, 2005 at 2:05 PM
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Strat,
I played with bugs, too. Ate them on occasion. I used to love to fling the rolly polly bugs (gently, of course.) I could never hurt one. Or eat one for that matter.
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 2, 2005 at 2:05 PM
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Factor had a lelephant??
Weird!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 2, 2005 at 2:03 PM
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Sowwy, JJ.
Don't cry!!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 2, 2005 at 2:03 PM
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Spitfire...
A had a group of friends that I was very attached to. There was Steven the little brown bear, a 4 foot long blue snake named snake, a Herman Munster doll named Frank, and a lion hand puppet doll named king that I purchased with cereal tops. These were my pals...my dawgs so-to-speak. When I got about 12 my parents decided to make me put them away out of my room, I don't remember why. They let me keep Steve though. I had to put all the others in a black plastic garbage bag and put them in the attic, it was a tearful ceremony. I remember before I left them in the attic I ripped a hole in the bag so they could get air.
When I had my own children they were released from their dark prison and given to them...my kids destroyed them in about two years...there was nothing left of them. Steve is the only one who remains, he sits high on his own shelf in my room and looks down on me while I sleep. He is an old raggedy bear now, only has one eye, his fur is missing in places, every now and then when no one is looking I take him down and hug him. Don't tell anyone...
posted by
A_Norseman
on June 2, 2005 at 10:32 AM
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I had a stuffed Koala named bear...wonder what happened to him?
peace and good morning SpitFite...
posted by
jimmy68
on June 2, 2005 at 8:15 AM
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Oh you guys...
..all these stories about childhood friends gone astray or traded in! Makin me all weepy! I would love to have "Fatso" my first doll (even though I didn't like dolls much) or "Chico" my first stuffed monkey. He had a rubber banana in his hand! Now that I think of it Chico must have been a girl..she had a skirt on!
posted by
ginnieb
on June 2, 2005 at 7:36 AM
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I gave my daughter my cherished teddy bear in exchange for hers
when she went to live with her dad. I consider it a good trade.
posted by
RedHeadedGypsy
on June 2, 2005 at 6:00 AM
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My '71 telecaster( BTW, I'm still a little kid)
I had to sell my favorite guitar of all time several years ago, thanks to a terrible moment in financial planning. The best axe I may have ever played.
Childhood, I can't remember. Mostly we just played with dirt, pinecones, wildlife, bugs, that sort of thing. Our toys were kinda crappy, now that I think about it.
posted by
strat
on June 2, 2005 at 5:41 AM
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I can't think of any toy that
I was particularly attached to...but I did own a purple stuffed lelephant myself 
posted by
FactorFiction
on June 2, 2005 at 5:38 AM
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Poor li'l Spiffy,
You made me cry. Now I want to know what happened to my beat up brown teddy bear. Stop doing that kind of thing. I get too sad.
JJ
posted by
Jack_Flash
on June 2, 2005 at 5:14 AM
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