Some childhood attachments fade quietly into memory.
Mine? Absolutely did not.
I had two items growing up that were ride-or-die level important.
🧸 The Bear Who Never Left
From the literal day I was born, there was a teddy bear by my side. No photos needed — I know it was always there. Bedtime. Holidays. Moves. Life.
Even through some rocky teenage years (looking at you, ages 17–18 😮💨), that bear stayed with me. A silent comfort when everything else felt loud.
Fast forward 35 years later — and I still have it.
Only now, my youngest has officially claimed it and renamed it Poppy (I never named it… rude, honestly). Watching that bear comfort another generation? Unexpectedly emotional. 🥹
👀 Mary… Now Known as Scary Mary
The second attachment was a doll I got when I was one year old. Her name was Mary — and she truly lived a life.
Mary went everywhere with me. She was loved hard. Possibly too hard.
Time was… not kind. Her eyes have sunken in, her face carries permanent marks, and she now proudly holds the title Scary Mary. She’s definitely seen some things.
I still have her somewhere. I’m not brave enough to confirm her current condition. 😅
💭 Final Thoughts
One bear, still loved.
One doll, slightly terrifying.
But both? Proof that comfort objects aren’t “just toys” — they’re little anchors through childhood, change, and becoming who we are.
💬 Did you have a comfort item growing up?
I’d love to hear your stories — cute, creepy, or somewhere in between.
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