I think this is a common occurrence for many of us. We have a beloved toy of some sort that transcends our childhood. No matter how shabby or worn or broken they become our eyes still see happiness and comfort. There is a special sort of time travel we experience when we hold them again.
I have some stuffed animals I’ve kept since when I was a small child. My wife absolutely adores them, and will occasionally play with them and call them by name. They’re not in perfect condition, but they’ve held together alright.
Haha, i still have mine (*somewhere*)
It’s got “wooly” written on it’s left foot, and “bear” written on it’s right foot.
I (*very imaginatively*) called it wooly bear. I was’nt sure WHY i called it that, though… |;)
My first pistol. A .45. Not exactly cuddly, but very comforting. Especially when you hear the odd creaking and bumping during the night.
Lol