My beloved Raggedy Ann doll, made for me by my grandmother when I was 9 is now being enjoyed by Lady's human charges. But I do still have my very first teddy bear, made for me by my Aunt Dotty when I was born. He is soft, never had any hard parts to begin with, so was okay to be in the crib with me, and bed later. Sure, one ear is sideways now, and one leg a tad longer than the other because that's how I used to carry him around, and no one but me thinks he is beautiful, but Little Bear is to me. Funny story - he went college with me (of course) and my friend in the room next door Freshman year, Robin, also brought her rather bedraggled bear. So sophomore year, I got to the dorms before she did on move-in day. After I had my stuff all unpacked, I drew a note and stuck in on her door that was just a quick drawing of Little Bear and my room number. Her mother saw it, and was horrified, as she wondered how someone who couldn't draw got into Mass Art! She didn't believe Robin when she said, "No, Mom, that's what he really looks like!" Mrs. L was in disbelief, until they knocked on my door, and I produced Little Bear for inspection.