Zombie Bear
I had lunch with a friend yesterday and we got chatting about old toys and what happened to them.
My friend decided to dig her old teddy out from the attic and give to her young daughter. With pride of place, alongside her vast array of Disney characters, luscious modern teds, and the soft cuddly rabbits -my friends ted sits on the shelf providing loving glances to her daughter snuggled in her bed.
Well, that’s until Dad comes along!
Now Ted has a few scars from his days as my friends plaything – the wonky eye, the threadbare fur, you get the idea. So Dad, decides to nickname the Ted -ZOMBIE BEAR! Oh no, this joyful little creature now bears all the hallmarks of serial killer Ted! Who scares little ones under the bedcovers. What will his daughter grow up thinking!
I love this story – to me its says so much about the inherent child like behaviour that’s just waiting to break-out from us Zombie Adults, and so often it’s children themselves that provide the opportunity for this to happen. So whatever your doing now, go do something childish – you will feel better! (The usual disclaimers apply of course, and don’t go scaring any little kids!)
I can always remember my younger brother having a Golly, just call “Golly”, that he insisted on taking to bed every night. The trouble was, that by the time Golly had ceased to be needed, my Father had painted that many new faces on him and my Mother had made him that many new sets of clothes, that he looked like a grotesque, shapless, really scary, lump!!