Stuffed animals and childhood memories August 12, 2008Posted by Raul in personal life, random thoughts.
Tags: childhood memories, stuffed animals
I am not sure if I am going to earn brownie points in the blogosphere or lose them with this post, but being at my Mom’s house has a way of bringing me back to my childhood. And since I am away from Vancouver, and I figure my YVR peeps would want to know how I’m holding up, here is something you can now learn about me that even HZ (who is one of my very closest friends) didn’t know.
I have a stuffed animals collection. Yes, I do. To me, stuffed animals are more than a cute token of appreciation. They have extreme symbolisms and signify my links to memories that I have created and cherish. I debated for long whether to include a photo of my stuffed animals collections (given that I tend to be rather private) but I figured “what the heck, why not“. If I take flack and I’m criticized for it, so be it.
This is a small subset of my whole collection. When I saw a recent post by Beth Snow on stuffed brain cells, I knew exactly what I wanted for my next stuffed animal (I don’t have any in my Vancouver apartment) – I want one of the Giant Microbes collection.
Photo credit: Dr. Beth Snow on Flickr.
Why do I keep my stuffed animals? Well, for starters – I have nieces and nephews. They play. With toys. They use them to play, and as long as they are careful and don’t distroy them, I’m good. On a different angle, I keep my stuffed animals to remind me of how happy a childhood I had. Some people keep rocks, other keep their stamp collection. I collect stuffed animals. So SUE me.