Furry Family

Growing up my brother and I surrounded with stuff animals. There were so many stuffed animals,  it seemed as if we had stolen them from each store in the whole world. The types of animals we had ranged from unicorns to dogs, from the colors pink to green. Although we did have a few favorites of our own, we treated and loved each and every single one of them as if they were real people.

I did this for a very long time because I thoughts stuffed animals would come to life like the how the toys came to life in Toy Story. I felt that if I treated them badly they would awake from their slumber and kill me while I was asleep for neglecting their needs.  So because of this simple fact I feed my stuffed animals, cleaned them when they were dirty, keep them warm.  My brother and I basically took of them as if they were real people.  It became so normal to us both that my parents even started to consider them as part of the family as well.

I tried to throw my bears away because I felt that I was getting older and I needed to mature, grow up and become the adult I am supposed to be.  However true this may be, I couldn’t bring myself to this evil wrong doing.  These inanimate, stuffed, fake objects became my friends, my family , they were like my own children.  The thought of my children being thrown away like your average piece of trash made me depressed.  

I decided to keep them because at the end of the day they were all family to me, my parents and my brother. No matter how old I may be for toys and stuffed animals, once these objects became part of me they also became a permanent part of my family and they always will be.