Today’s post is by Erin, Moderator Extraordinaire for The Masque of the Black Tulip:
Good Day, Pink Enthusiasts! So by now we have been introduced to Bunny the Bunny, which Miles gave to Henrietta when she was little. Reading about Bunny struck a unique cord with me because I too had a stuffed rabbit named Beatrice. Beatrice was given to me on my 7th birthday by my Godmother, Maggie. After that, Beatrice and I were inseparable at home. I didn’t take her to school because my Mom wouldn’t let me, but I did take her for show and tell once. Beatrice meant so much to me that she even started a collection for me. I started collecting Stuffed Rabbits. I don’t have them out anymore, but I had over twenty at one time. They are all packed away safely in the attic so I can pass them on to my children, when that happens.
I did want to tell you a story about me and Beatrice though. When I was 9, I decided to go to camp for Girl Scouts. Not a day camp, but an overnight camp for a week. I did not know anyone, and I realized I was too young to be away from my family for that long for the first time. I think if I had gone with someone else that I knew, it would’ve turned out differently. Suffice it to say, I was miserable and extremely homesick. It was a good thing I took Beatrice with me. She is the only thing that got me through that week. I took her everywhere with me except the lake – that wouldn’t have been good. But I cried myself to sleep most nights, and Beatrice still to this day has a stain on her neck from that week that never really washed out. I share this with you not for sympathy, but to show how much a stuffed animal can leave an imprint on a person. Beatrice continued to follow me around, even to college. Did you have a favorite stuffed animal or doll, or even a safety blanket that you took everywhere with you?