Someone I know had a baby lately.
I can relate to this person because he's my age and we arrived in the UK at the same time.
The birth of his son made me think about children, the world they're growing up in, what we're leaving them, comparing to my childhood, my memories, my references.
I have a teddy bear, it is said that it was given to me at the maternity hospital but my parents can't remember who it was from.
He never left me since then, he is a very simple teddy bear, nothing fancy or funny, just a simple bear...he was my best friend, best doll ever and I loved dressing him up, my mum got me some real babies clothes for him:)
I hated him and didn't talk to him or hug him for years just because he did not show me he was alive at night or could speak.
After a few years at the bottom of my bed I decided to love him again, he gives the best cuddles when I am sad...
He is with me in the UK, I still find reassuring to cuddle him when I am a bit down, and I have a very unreasonable respect for this piece of fabric...
He is the hero of my childhood, I remember my time spent playing with him more than the cartoons on TV, their caracters and super-hyper powers, more than the hundreds of barbie dolls or games I had and even more than my schoolmates...
And I hope children raised nowadays, in such a superficial and consuming society can have such simple and down to Earth references...
