Lost all that during a homeless stint. That hurt, would have loved to have been able to give Mr. Brown to my daughter.
I think my parents actually threw my old stuffed animals in the trash. I have some newer ones but they don’t mean that much to me.
I still have my childhood toy, that i always called “cat” as a child, but i think was more like a lamb. Its all grey and broken and its wool is thin. I put it in a box now, but it actually was in my bed as an adult in worse times. 
My son is 8 now and still very attached to his toys. His favorite is “mouse”. In the night when we say our prayers he always wants to pray for mouse too. And when he wrote his life history for school, the day he got his mouse stuffed animal had the most prominent place. 
He was a baby when he got it.
I have my Monkey, whom I’ve been sharing pictures of before.
I got him when I was 9, before my parents split, and he’s been with me to every place I’ve moved since, I’ve even had him with me during most of the hospitalizations.
I hug him every night, and on the nights I cuddle Mr. Elephant (a plushie I made a few years ago), I hold Monkey’s paw for a while.
I find it super comforting, and I fall asleep faster with something to cuddle.
I sleep with gondalalizzla ( name is gondi and godzilla put together) i got him young hes a 4 foot lizzard that sleeps in bed with me and my boyfriend… Im just glad my boyfriend allows it lol
Mine was named Dino. Fitting name for a dinosaur no??
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