Transferred from March 31, 2010 3:40 pm
My name is Maggie and I sleep with a teddy bear.
Yes. I realize I’m in my mid twenties, and what once was an adorable little habit is now a bit on the strange and creepy side. But the truth is, I’m not really ashamed of my teddy bear. Just about all of my friends know to refer to her by name (it’s Rosie, in case you were wondering), and they expect to see her when I take a mini-road trip to visit them.
Even strangers are weirdly accepting of it – to my face at least.
Back about two years ago, I was involved in a long-distance relationship. I was in Alabama, he was in Philadelphia, and we would occasionally fly back and forth to see each other. Of course, I couldn’t do this without Rosie. So I tucked her in the front pocket of my carry on, with her head and arms sticking out (a bear’s gotta breathe), and boarded my plane.
I got a couple adoring grannies looking at me with half smiles, a some sneers from teenagers, and one super-friendly plane buddy. Mr. Super-Friendly Plane Buddy was an approximately 35-year-old dude who pointed to Rosie and struck up a conversation about her. I was about three seconds away from being total embarrassment when he unzipped his messenger bag to reveal his baby blanket. He just couldn’t bear to fly without it, he told me.
So I’m wondering just how many adults in this world still have their childhood nap buddy present in their life. Do you?