Saturday, September 12, 2015

September 12: Writing Prompt #255-Toy Story

What was your favorite plaything as a child? Do you see any connection between your life now, and your favorite childhood toy?
I will start this off with a quote from my April 2nd post: Prized Possession
My favorite plaything as a child “would be, hands-down, ‘bunny.’ This was a stuffed bunny (that I always thought was green, but I was told was actually pink to start with…) that I climbed up on my oldest brother’s Ethan Allen dresser/shelf (3 drawers below and three recessed shelves above-thank goodness for Mr. Allen’s good quality furniture as it didn’t even try to tip over when I climbed it-LOL) to “borrow” from him, and of course, never gave back. “

The connection between my life now and my favorite childhood toy…well, it may be a stretch, but I still do love animals. Now, I am more interested in real life animals than stuffed toy ones, but there’s that.  I never pass up an opportunity to go to a zoo, aquarium, wildlife refuge, wildlife park, etc…I missed having a family pet from the day we put our beloved Priscilla to sleep until the day we rescued Gunner, which was 20+ years.   I volunteered at a the local humane society as a teenager, and I was more than happy to dog-sit many of my friends’ family pets while they were on annual vacations from the island.  When I was younger, I wanted to be a veterinarian, and some days I think maybe I should have taken that path.  Nowadays, I have become the “keeper of the fish” for all our aquariums in the center and classrooms at work, and I look forward to rescuing a small dog companion for our son (and friend for Gunner) sooner rather than later.  Although it may seem like a stretch to connect my favorite stuffed animal toy to my love for animals now, it’s because “bunny” was my pet when we didn’t have one.  I bathed her (in the toilet, but I knew pets needed baths just like people), and I took her with me everywhere.  I hate leaving our dog at home now.  I wish I could take him to work with me.  He’s spoiled, but that’s okay. I’m just making up for all the missed years without a “bunny,” Priscilla, or Gunner.  J

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