- I wrote this back when I found out that all of my childhood stuffed animals were taken to a local thrift store. I was so heart broken; beyond explanation. I can't fully explain how I felt when one particular doll of mine was suddenly gone forever. Of course, a week after this happened I watched Toy Story 3. BIG MISTAKE. OH then right after that a piece of my 'blanket' had fallen off. My husband thought I had completely lost my mind. I was hysterical. Two of the most precious things to me; one gone forever and the other falling apart. Could things get any worse. Oh wait...did I mention I'm turning 30 this year. Yes, I'm a little tender. Melissa -
Cabbage Patch Judith..
I am the type of person that becomes [sometimes]
overly emotional and sentimental. This week has been extremely
emotional for me to the point where I’ve cried myself dizzy and
dehydrated.
I didn’t have the happiest childhood as far as
experiences go. In fact it was pretty traumatic and even today 25+
years later I still have a hard time. Sometimes I stand in front of a
mirror and I want to break it with my fists. I can’t stand to look at
the person staring back at me; I hate her. She is weak and a pushover.
Each day I have to convince myself that I need to go to work or
school. Do you know what’s it’s like to hate yourself to a point you
have to talk yourself into going out into public? (Thank GOD this isn’t
a daily ritual)
Two painful events in my life I always had Judith
with me. I crashed off a bike when I was about 4 ish and landed head
first on the sidewalk. I don’t remember much about falling I just
remember after I came to I was walking home with this girl Amy and her
leg was all bloody and an old guy with a bushy beard walking me home. I
don’t remember getting home or anything after. The only other thing I
remember about that accident was lying on our couches with Judith and my
mom was folding clothes on the other couch.
My other “childhood experience” involved a
perverted neighbor boy. You can draw your own conclusions and it’s
really not that hard. Shortly after it stopped and the cat was out of
the bag we had to go to court and be filmed individually telling them
what had happened and where. It was like a bad dream that you just
can’t wake up from. After this humiliating event I remember always
going back home and she was there. I would talk to her and she would
listen. I’d sound like a total nut case if I said she would talk back
to me but hell I was 4 in my head she was talking back. No one else
wanted to listen to me talk about it; I think they all hoped that I
would forget about it and we could move on. (Yeah that didn’t happen
for me)
Through the nightmares that came after, all the
moves, and feeling completely alone she was always there. Front of the
line on my pet net watching over me while I slept.
As you go through your teens and into adulthood
most slowly break away from the comforts of childhood. For some of us,
we try to grasp and take with us any happy carefree moments/memories
because it reminds us of what was once good and pure in life. Simple is
what I miss the most. I took her with me through everything. I liken
it to a loyal pet that becomes part of your family. The attachment and
happiness was there.
Life always follows true to form. Unlike an
animal, stuffed ones can last a lifetime. Unfortunately in this case
she didn’t. I’d like to think the best and say that she was bought from
the D.I. and taken to another home. Sadly, she was pretty ragged and
worn after 25+ years and she probably got tossed out. I know it sounds
to the outside as pathetic and I’m an adult who should just get over it
but this though broke my heart. It’s a death to me; a part of me.
Yes, I know there are greater tragedies in life and I have moved on. What else is there to do?
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