When I was 7, I had to have my tonsils out. I don't recall being in the hospital, I just remember all the attention and special treatment I got from my family. There were two things in particular I remember: my sisters made me a "Barbie" closet and gave me all their Barbies & clothes in a special case. Considering my sisters at that time were 14 & 11, Barbies weren't a big priority for them anymore but for me it was like SCORE! And then there's Squeaky. Squeaky was a cute little brown teddy bear that, when you squeezed his tummy, squeaked. I slept with that bear pretty much every night until I moved in with my boyfriend. And even then Squeaky was never to far away. To this very day, Squeaky, with his tired body -- scarred by the various operations performed by Dr. Mom -- sits atop of my armoire watching out for me.
- some girl had this to say:
We all need a squeaky (mine, called L'elephant, met his demise in the washing machine back in the "Great Washing Machine Incident of 1988"). Man do I miss him.
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