Mom Turfs Toys so 30 y.o. Torches House

[Newt]

This is sad.  Scary, but sad.

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/afp/100825/oddities/japan_arson_offbeat

[Trevor]

This is sad.  Scary, but sad.

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/afp/100825/oddities/japan_arson_offbeat

I have my first toy that I received as a baby: an 43 year old, battle-scarred, hugged to death, once new but not anymore teddy bear and I would be quite upset if I lost him, but not to this extent. Yikes.

[dean]

Other than the fact that its a sad story I will add that he probably goes and visits this site like his own personal Robot-God:




[That's a real, life-sized Gundam statue in Japan somewhere]

[Newt]

I have my first toy that I received as a baby: an 43 year old, battle-scarred, hugged to death, once new but not anymore teddy bear and I would be quite upset if I lost him

  Trev: I have the same thing!  A teddy that was given to me *before* I was born - now missing an eye (and most of the other) and looking very battle-scarred!  He's precious.

My mother threw out some of my things when I was still living at home and it upset me (as it was intended to) but all I did was to pack up my stuff out of her reach.

[Ed, Ego and Superego]

I think the Great Mazinger told hm so.

[The Gravekeeper]

I don't know about the rest of you, but my toys tended to make lousy friends. You try asking a toy for sound financial advice or for their opinion on something.

But yeah, I can understand being upset if something precious from your childhood is lost, destroyed, or sold. It's not the object itself that's important, it's the memories and emotions associated with the object; the toy just becomes a sort of focal point of those experiences, and taking away that focal point hurts because it almost feels like someone tried to take away those experiences.

[Allhallowsday]

I have my first toy that I received as a baby: an 43 year old, battle-scarred, hugged to death, once new but not anymore teddy bear and I would be quite upset if I lost him

  Trev: I have the same thing!  A teddy that was given to me *before* I was born - now missing an eye (and most of the other) and looking very battle-scarred!  He's precious.
My mother threw out some of my things when I was still living at home and it upset me (as it was intended to) but all I did was to pack up my stuff out of her reach.

I wasn't even five; I was playing outside with my brother and sisters.  I carried Teddy around with me back then and left him on top of the garbage can.  I missed him later that night, but, didn't know where he could be.  The next day, I remembered where I had left him - on top of the garbage can!  And it was garbage day!!  My father ran out just as the garbage men came to pick up the trash, shouting "Don't take Teddy!!"  And he was rescued.  I do know I spilled maple syrup on him, and all of his fur is mostly rubbed away, and his arms are nearly off.  But I still have him.