I had a teddy bear, of course.
Two stories come to mind. First, when I was a baby doctors thought I'd never walk due to a serious hip problem. On my first birthday I got up to walk to this bear that somebody brought for me. Needless to say, this shocked the folks.
Second, my former next-door-neighbor (who is still one of my best friends & went to TimeSpace and The Dance with me in Philly) got hold of my bear when we were maybe five years old. I don't remember this, but apparently, according to my parents, she touched herself "inappropriately" with the bear & I ran away screaming. After that I wouldn't touch the bear again, I'm told.
The bear died when our basement flooded years later. RIP.
- Jake