My childhood was filled with many toys. Lego, Star Wars figures, and die-cast cars all graced my bedroom shelves. But one stood out above all the rest. Larry the stuffed sheep.
I was given Larry by a friend of my mum’s when I was a couple of months old, and he has stayed with me until this day. Granted he’s been living on top of the wardrobe for the past fifteen years or so, but for the first half of my life he had a vital role as my comforter, my confidante, and perhaps most importantly, my pillow.
I happened to mention Larry to Amy on the walk home from school, and she asked if she could have him now that I was a grown up. This struck me as a lovely idea, and so this evening I clambered up the wardrobe and brought him down from his retirement home (oh, and I broke the wardrobe door in the process. Sorry Kerry).
Amy was very enthusiastic about receiving this beloved family heirloom. Enthusiastic that is until she took a sniff at it.
“Urrrggg, it stinks!” she exclaimed disgustedly.
And to be fair she’s right. A stuffed sheep can only be used as a pillow for so long before it gets ingrained with an oily stench that even the most industrial of washing machines can’t shift.
“Evan can have it instead” she decided graciously, and shoved it into her brother’s arms.
Thankfully Evan’s olfactory sensibilities aren’t as refined as his sister’s, and he and Larry quickly bonded in front of an episode of Backyardigans. He even took him to bed with him. And while he didn’t use him as a pillow, choosing instead to lull himself to sleep by chewing on the poor sheep’s nose, there was something incredibly heartwarming about seeing my son cuddled up with the constant companion of my own childhood.
And although was dark, I’m pretty sure I saw the faintest glint of happiness in Larry’s eyes too.

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on Sep 29th, 2008 at 9:54 pm
However I fear if I ever gave my son my Love-a-lot Carebear, that my story wouldn’t quite have the same tone.
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 12:08 am
Sometimes they just don’t get it!
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I still have a green pig in the garage… somewhere!
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 12:17 am
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 3:49 am
Wait, I think I left Chewie under my Dad’s geraniums. Bugger. I wonder if he’s still there?
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 4:08 am
Awwwwww. That is a very sweet story.
No way am I giving either of my girls my toys. Nuh uh. They’re MINE!
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 4:33 am
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 8:37 am
The picture is gorgeous Dan!
Most of my cuddlies (as we called them when we were kids) didn’t survive the fact that my parents got us a labrador when I was 6. I have a few 3 legged, 1 eared stuffed animals left.
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 12:38 pm
Jeff S – Perhaps we should have a blogger’s stuffed toy amnesty where we all exhibit our childhood treasures.
James – I’m 32. Larry was my pillow probably until I went to University. He was just so damn comfy.
Kevin – I burried a Lando Calrisian in the foundations of a shed my dad was building. I bet he’s still there.
Deb – I though Gre told me he threw them away last week.
VegasDad – I didn’t think of febreeze, I might give it a go.
Penelope – Perhaps you should have stuffed the Labrador and kept that instead.
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 2:16 pm
I wanted to suggest you at least try the washing machine..but febreze might do the job better :P
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 4:49 pm
I had a small brown bear for some time, but aside from that – I think I spent most of my childhood destroying / losing star wars hand-me-downs.
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 5:44 pm
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 7:33 pm
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on Sep 30th, 2008 at 8:49 pm
Ed – I’m not convinced he’s going to take to him in any permanent fashion, but it’s nice while it lasts
Sam – You still owe me for those Star Wars figures.
Jo – I’ve looked him over and he seems pretty structurally sound.
Jeff – He’s had several baths and trips in the washing machine, but I fear the stench is in his very DNA by now.
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