What was your favorite stuffed animal when you were little?
 

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.:rolleyes:
The bear died when our basement flooded years later. RIP.

- Jake

I had 'Biff the Bear". He went with me everywhere. My Grandmother even crocheted outfits for him.:laugh: I don't remember what happened to him, however. I think that he might have just fell apart.

Love the name.:laugh: Did he belong to the country club or something?

- Jake

Fluffy
 

My childhood stuffed animal was a little white rabbit that I later named "Fluffy." I believe I got this as a gift at my first Christmas (when I was about 4 months old!). It actually looked like a rabbit when I got it. Later on, it didn't resemble a rabbit at all.

Eventually, he was missing an ear and his front legs. My grandmother began sewing old socks over him to keep him in one piece. She also added buttons (as necessary) for his eyes. But I never went to bed without him -- ever. My grandmother even went as far as sewing me a brand new Fluffy -- she made it the same...with one ear, button eyes, etc. but she used a pink sock. So that became Pinky, Fluffy's girlfriend.

In fact, I have a collage of family pictures on my wall, and I can look up right now and see this pic of me and my dad taken when I was 2. And I'm holding the messed up, one-eared Fluffy.

I'm sure he's still in a box somewhere.:) Pinky, though, bit the dust.

He was a talking bear at one point but I don't even remember that. He was the "in" toy of the late 60s.

Re: Fluffy
 

Thank goodness for grandmothers. I had a tiger that I exhausted my creative juices to name "Little Tiger". Before long, my grandmother had sewn strawberry patches on him for eyes because the real ones had fallen out.
Believe me, nobody else had a tiger like that one.

- Jake

Carla Bear. :wavey:

I really liked my Glo-Worm. LOL


~Krista

My teddy bear, "Brown Bear". Original, eh? :laugh: I still have him, he's like my good luck charm.... LOL

I also had this Garfield doll that I got when I was like, seven... he had a tie-dyed tee shirt and I think a hippie-headband. Still have him, too. Also, I just got this huuuuuge penguin pillow/stuffed animal for Christmas that I just adore. It's the cutest penguin thing I've ever seen. :)

Teddy bear...
 

I've had this teddy bear (named...wait for it.....Teddy :laugh: ) since I was 2...he's 25 years old. My mom got him so that he could keep me from falling off my bed when I was little. He's about 2 feet tall.

I remember I took him to school one time dressed in karate gear I made. LMAO!!!

My favorite stuffed animal was my Nonnie. :D When I was born, my mom put it in with me in the hospital and I slept with it for ten damn years. :laugh: I loved that little cat; it was cuter than anything I've ever seen. I still have it in my bedroom just because I'm a sentimental sap and it reminds me of good times.

Well...
 

I had a treasured small stuffed blue/pink elephant and a plastic "Tweety Bird" as a child...

Fortunately, I still own both of 'em as they are currently in my front room on a shelf along with my CLASSIC wooden fire-truck which still has the wooden firemen, working wheels & fire bell/firehose intact!

Brian j.

Betsy the Panda Bear and Brownie the Bear. I still have Brownie. :)

This is a bit embarassing, but what the hell . . .

I had a "Snake". Yes, only now do I find the whole sexual inuendo thing humorous. :laugh:

It was actually one of those baby crib "bumpers" that I used to drag around behind me every where I went. And I used to put the one end in my mouth (yes, more inuendo :laugh: ). That thing had to be just so gross. It is amazing I didn't get some disease and die from all the germs that must have been on that thing.

My first actual memory of being super pissed off was when my mother took it away from me. I later found it in a box under my parent's bed. I think my mom still has that damn thing!

Chelsea
 

I have this little great white shark I named "Chelsea". I had her for a long time.

I got her when my family had their reunion at the beach. I found the doll in a gift shop and loved her ever since. She holds great memories, and sad ones too.

She was the doll I hugged and cried on when I found out, several months after the reunion, my grandfather passed away from cancer.

Thankfully, I still have her.