I'm sure there's stuff around Dad's house, but I still have MY bear. Sure, he's a little worse for wear, and one leg is longer than the other, and one ear is kinda sideways, but he's been my friend my WHOLE life - made for me by my Aunt Dottie, and while he may not be beautiful to anyone else, he is to me.

I will refrain from posting his picture, as I have been told by others (gently) that he's kinda scary-looking nowadays.

I also have the Winnie the Pooh books that were handed down to me from my big sister.