This picture is pretty sweet, and pretty interesting because I am not a particularly snuggly person, and my sisters and I (that’s me on the left) are looking a bit like sardines in a tin. I bet my mom is going to want this picture back. And see, there is A.G. Bear on the left next to me. I have no idea why, but I loved that bear. He went everywhere I went for years, and I mean even when I was maybe too old to be carrying a teddy bear. I have a picture of myself on the bus in middle school, headed to Florida on a band trip, and A.G. is in my arms. In fact I still have him, but he doesn’t talk in “bear talk” anymore and he lives in Lark’s room. I should have taken his picture for this post. Oh well, I don’t suppose it would amuse anyone much but me.
Does any one childhood gift really stand out in your mind?