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Here is another Teddy Bear story. This one comes from India...
I have liked Teddy Bears very much from my childhood onwards I used to play with them. One of my favorite Teddy Bears was the one given to me by my sister when we were both little. I had other Teddy bears, but that is the only one I could fall asleep with at night. My father gave me a huge Teddy bear on my next birthday, but I still loved the one from my sister the best. Those two bears were also the start of my collection. It isn't the biggest Teddy bear collection in the world, but they cover my bed and I move them every night before going to bed.
I had 23 Teddy bears in my collection. I only lost one Teddy bear from my collection. That bear was given to me by an uncle when I went to visit him. I was carrying the bear with me as I rode home after the visit on a train. I can still remember the feel of that bear's fur as I listened to the chugging of the train. I dozed off and awoke as my parents hustled me off of the train. Somehow I managed to lose the bear as we got off and picked up our bags. I only realized that he was gone when we were already on our way home in the car. My parents tried to call to see if anyone ever turned in that missing bear, but he never turned up. I was upset, but got over it. If it had been the bear from my sister though, I don't know what I would have done.
This is a story from a lady who lives in the Philippines. Her tale of "Jack" and how she shared him with another is quite touching...
I can still remember how I got my very first teddy bear, It was 29 years ago when I was still in grade school.
I think that my teddy bear was the cutest and the best one in the world. Why? Because this was the biggest for me that time, and has the most sentimental value compared to the most dolls I have had.
First, it had eyes that would melt your heart. He seemed to say "please hug me" when you looked at him. He was chestnut brown and had a checkered scarf wrapped around his neck. I named him Jack.
Jack was given to my by my Auntie, and that Aunt of mine is not very privileged. She was very special to me growing up. She worked hard but never had much money. No matter what, she always managed to give me something special every once in a while though. I never dreamed she would ever give something as special as Jack.
That's why I treasured Jack so much. A few years ago I gave Jack to a friend who was going through a very tough time. It was hard to do, but she really needed him and I think my Auntie would have liked seeing him end up where he is now.
Ivy
from Manila. Philippines
photo credit: evelynishere
I've started posting some favorite stories of how people connected with a special Teddy Bear. I hope you like them. If you have an original story about a favorite Teddy Bear that you would like to share, please use the contact form to submit it and it may get its own post! (By submitting your story, you give www.cuteteddybearstuff.com permission to publish it on this website.) Here is another one...
My favourite teddy bear growing up was a cast-off from my sister. I know what you’re thinking – I liked a teddy bear that wasn’t technically mine? It seems a little weird, but I loved that teddy bear more than any other new one that my parents ever bought for me. She still sits on my bed, greeting me every day when I come back from university or work. Sure, she’s a little threadbare now, her eyes are falling off and she’s no longer plump and cuddly like she used to be, but nothing in the world could induce me to throw her out. Call it sentimentality or whatever you want, but if I threw her out or “donated her to charity” I’d never forgive myself. It would be like throwing out an old friend except worse because she’s been with me since I was two years old. Some people ask me whether I feel silly that I still own a teddy bear at my age, but I just smile at them because they’ll never know that she’s more than a stuffed toy to me, she’s a friend.
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