This is Slither. A puppet my parents gave me for Christmas. My other siblings got bug puppets . . . I don't know why I got a snake. Pretty cool, though, huh?
Ellie the Elephant was a gift from my sister. I think I was nine. 
Lucky the Lion came in a balloon the summer I broke my ankle. With it was a card from my parents: "We hope you get well soon. We're not "lion!"" Corny . . . but adorable.River came outside with me to take these pictures, and stared playing with the other animals we had accumulated. Then she stood up!
She's holding "Pap Freed" the bear, beaming in her glory!
"Now you listen to me, Mr. Bear." Looks a little intent, doesn't she?
And then there were a few picture moments with Mommie. 
Good times. Good times.
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A Grace é uma gracinha.
I am also trying to de-junk my life. But if the day ever comes that I consider sending Mr. Bear away... I will fall on my sword.
"This is an honorable death." I didn't say I sent away my Mr. Bear . . . Greyling still hides away in the cedar chest until I can trust Rivulet not to tear his ears off . . .
I remember my childhood stuffed animal with fondness: one white and black teddy bear. And the bride doll, of course.
Great idea, taking pictures of the items that hold your memories. I will go and do likewise...
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