When I was little, I had a teddy bear named Peggy. Who am I kidding? I still have Peggy. I received her for my 8th birthday as a gift from my neighbors. They asked what I wanted, and I said I wanted a teddy bear because I had lost my original one. It seems that my first teddy had no strong significance to me, as I don’t remember its name or how I lost it. I have kept Peggy for many years.
A while back she lost her eye and I bought her an eye patch. Years later, she now resides in my craft room closet. Even though she isn’t out on display or being acknowledged regularly, I don’t know that I could part with her. And though I didn’t sleep with her religiously, as children often do with their stuffed animals, she is still near and dear to my heart.