From the time of earliest memory, until I was about 8 years old I never, ever, went anywhere without my stuffed lion.
It would every so often and have to be washed and dried, or restuffed and I was a red hot mess until I got it back in my hands.
It was my security blanket….it grounded me...it was what I was known for. If Jeremy was around than the stuffed lion could not be far behind.
Shoot if I could sew I’d buy the pattern and make a new one just to have around for all the good memories it brings.
Anyway, enough about my pathology. What was your favorite toy, as a child?