Do you still have your childhood favorite toy?

Haha! Insert hand? That's so cute! Hey at least you had a nice place to rest your head if you brought it everywhere!! I can imagine your parents wanting to take it away because of filth! My son has a monkey that he adores. When he started crawling he wanted to bring his monkey with him wherever he crawled to...so he learned to shove the tail up his mouth so he could drag him along. It was cute but now the poor monkey is so gross! I have to wash him once or twice a week but two hours after the wash...stinky! Anyone who holds him while he's holding the monkey thinks he has a dirty diaper. I have to explain to them that it's just his monkey! haha!

Yeah. Isn't it cute how kids do that? It's just amazing how they could seem to love their toy (among others) so much. No matter how filthy, they love all the same. I remember my mother washing that pillow. I would really get angry because when it gets back to me, it just doesn't feel and smell the same. *LOL* Just remember to keep your kid's toy. It certainly would be fun to remember those days when we were inlove with that particular toy. Hahaha.. Thanks for the best response vote though. =) Here's a joke I want to share with you guys: Child's Perspective on Retirement A teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their vacation. One child wrote the following: "We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live here in a big brick house, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Florida and now they live in a place with a lot of other retarded people. "They live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on big tricycles and wear nametags because they don't know who they are anymore. They go to a building called a wrecked center, but they must have got it fixed, because it is all right now. They play games and do exercises there, but they don't do them very well. There is a swimming pool, too, but they all jump up and down in it with their hats on. I guess they don't know how to swim. At their gate, there is a dollhouse with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out. Then they go cruising in their golf carts. My Grandma used to bake cookies and stuff, but I guess she forgot how. Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And they eat the same thing every night: Early Birds. Some of the people can't get past the man in the dollhouse to go out. So the ones who do get out bring food back to the wrecked center and call it potluck. My Grandma says Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded some day, too. When I earn my retardment I want to be the man in the doll house. Then I will let people out so they can visit their grandchildren." =)

That's so cute! I always likes stuffed dogs better than bears. Isn't it great how something so small can mean so much?

It sounds like it must be very special to your family, that's great! Hopefully it's still around somewhere...

Hey robots are fun! Having things to remember your childhood is fun, especially when you have kids yourself! You can show them little pieces of who you were when you were little! :)