Writer's Block: Your own toy story
Jun. 6th, 2011 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I had (still have!) a very old and very loved white polar bear that belonged to my aunt when she was little. One day while clearing out some stuff in the attic, my mom came across it in a box when I was I guess in the 4th grade. The thing looked kind of dated and old, but he was just right for me, I loved that he was full of plastic beans and not stuffed stiffly like some toys of that era, so my mom washed him up and even rinsed him in her hair conditioner to make him extra soft and smell extra good, and I took him as my own. My Aunt couldn't remember what she called him, but I called him Icee, because he's kinda shaped like their logo bear.
Anyway, I had never been attached to any bear or doll or anything ever before, only a blanket when I was really small. But once I discovered Icee, I began sleeping with him at night, and even when I outgrew that for a while, he was always on my bed. Eventually, Icee found his way into my closet and got packed away when I moved in with my husband, but now he gets to play with my son, and so Icee has now been loved for three generations. (And I still sleep with a teddy bear, just a much softer version than Icee)
I had (still have!) a very old and very loved white polar bear that belonged to my aunt when she was little. One day while clearing out some stuff in the attic, my mom came across it in a box when I was I guess in the 4th grade. The thing looked kind of dated and old, but he was just right for me, I loved that he was full of plastic beans and not stuffed stiffly like some toys of that era, so my mom washed him up and even rinsed him in her hair conditioner to make him extra soft and smell extra good, and I took him as my own. My Aunt couldn't remember what she called him, but I called him Icee, because he's kinda shaped like their logo bear.
Anyway, I had never been attached to any bear or doll or anything ever before, only a blanket when I was really small. But once I discovered Icee, I began sleeping with him at night, and even when I outgrew that for a while, he was always on my bed. Eventually, Icee found his way into my closet and got packed away when I moved in with my husband, but now he gets to play with my son, and so Icee has now been loved for three generations. (And I still sleep with a teddy bear, just a much softer version than Icee)