I could never bear to give my stuffed animals away. They were a huge part of my childhood, and the thought of letting them go forever seemed so horrifying. Society expects you to give up on little dolls and stuff as you become an adult, and I honestly think that’s kind of bogus. I mean am I really supposed to stop playing with these plush friends of mine because society expects that of me? Am I supposed to permanently kill off the childlike wonder inside of me so that I look normal and hopelessly embittered like everybody else? Doesn’t that seem a bit cruel?
In the end, I didn’t need to give my prized stuffed animals away… They got eviscerated by a hideous rat that ended up tearing away at them while they sat in a trash bag in the family garage. The rat wanted their stuffing, and he (or she) left behind a lot of rat poop which had to be disposed of carefully because it spreads disease. However, all Eeyores that I have collected over the years were fine though as they had gotten preferential treatment ever since I got my first one.
It was pretty much inevitable that these cuddly friends of mine would never have the same amount of attention as the years went by. The dilemma of what to do with these things we grew up with brings about strong emotions and uncertainty, and that is what Andy faces in the latest Pixar animated extravaganza “Toy Story 3.” Coming a good 11 years after its predecessor, young Andy who had given a home and much love to these toys is now a young adult about to head off to college. His mother tells him that he can either donate his toys to a nearby daycare center, or they can just go up in the attic. Despite the fact that Andy has clearly not played with them in years, he is reluctant to let them go.
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