I know this is a weird idea for a thread, but I'm bored. When I was born my Daddy placed a teddy bear next to me in my crib. Once I was old enough to walk and talk, I named him Fluffy and took him everywhere I went. I would not go ANYWHERE without him in tow. I left him at the bank once and my parents had to make a two hour trip back to go pick him up.
Everything was fine until one fateful day. I was playing with Fluffy outside and accidentally left him out on the grass when I went in to have lunch. When I came back out to get him, it was horrible. The neighbor's dog had gotten ahold of him and ripped him apart. He face was chewed off and there was stuffing everywhere. I was hysterical. I took him to my mother and demanded she help him. At first she wanted to throw him away, but I wouldn't hear it. She finally said she would do "surgery" on him. A couple of hours later Fluffy was back albeit with some scars. He had a button nose now and was stuffed with old wool socks.
Fluffy has gone everywhere with me since then. He came to basic training, to my tech school and to my first base. He is in Iraq with me now. I know it's kind of sappy but he is always something familar in an unfamilar place. I was wondering if any of you guys had old teddy bears still and maybe some pics too.
http://www.the-nextlevel.com/board/a...1&d=1205460396
