The bear that didn't make it

December 2007.

My birthday was always during the Christmas holidays, so I usually didn't see any of my French friends then. But that year, before the holidays Aurélia came to find me and handed me a wrapped gift. "I wanted to give this to you before the holidays," she said. (or something to that effect)

In it was a key-chain, a Winnie the Pooh key-chain. (My friends all knew that I liked Winnie the Pooh, because my pencil-case had Winnie the Pooh on it.) There was a button on the back of its head, which when pressed would make the bear light up blinking for a while.

I used that key-chain for some time...making it all bruised (since it kept coming into contact with my keys...) Then one day the hook (you'll see what I mean) broke and I was left with a Winnie the Pooh that couldn't hang anywhere any more.

I still kept it (it first sat on my table because I didn't know what to do with it, then became an ornament on my bookshelf, I think). I think I would have kept it forever if I didn't have to move out, back to Malaysia. But finally I decided that it couldn't come back with me...

bruised and battered :(

the button

Goodbye Winnie the Pooh. I miss you.

Thank you again, Aurélia.