Thrown away: The stuff you loved and lost.Smash Wogan writes, "we all love our Mums, but we all know that Mums can be cunts, throwing out our carefully hoarded crap that we know is going to be worth millions some day."
What priceless junk have you lost because someone just threw it out?
Zero points for "all my porn". Unless it was particularly good porn...
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chthonic, Thu 14 Aug 2008, 16:32)
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PandaExhibiting from a *very* early age the type of scientific approach that would eventually enable me to earn my living in science I had a black-and-white panda bear teddy called ... Panda.
When I got him (I believe I must've been 2 or 3, I have no early childhood memories in which he isn't there) he had a red bow tied around his neck that was eventually lost and disposed of.
Panda used to come with me everywhere. I'd go for lunch - Panda would come to. I'd go play in the garden - Panda would be there. Going to the dentist - take a wild guess? Yup, Panda was there with me too and I've a memory of having four millk teeth extracted under general anaesthetic and Panda being put under GA before I'd agree to go do it (I was six at the time, give me a break!).
Strangely, in my memory, Panda's HUGE but in retrospect I suspect that he was actually probably not more than 20cm - 30cm (8-12 inches for those of you reading in black and white) tall.
Anyway.
As an RAF brat, we moved around a lot when I was growing up and on one move, when I was aged 11 (from RAF St Athan in Wales to RAF Coningsby in Lincolnshire) for some reason Panda didn't make it on to the transport.
Despite being 11 years old and undergoing the early stages of growth spurts; despite being in a new school and doing new sports; despite everything new and fresh and interesting about my new surroundings - I cried myself to sleep at night for a week or so and ended up cuddling up to a pillow (instead of Panda) at night.
[Reader - a confession. It's been twenty-some years since that happened and I'm STILL sleeping cuddled up to a pillow at night.]
I latterly found out from my mother* that in tidying and packing up for the move from Wales Panda had been consigned to the "pile-of-stuff-to-be-junked" and had then been rescued by my father and given to the kids area in the medical centre. It gave me some comfort thinking that other kids would've got some joy from Panda, and it equally gave me comfort that my bear (that I'd personified extensively as a child) would be being loved by other kids.
* Mothers? Freud was an idiot. I hope that his earthly remains in Highgate Cemetry are being irradiated by those of Mr Litvinenko (in the same place)
(, Fri 15 Aug 2008, 5:32, Reply)
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