Reminiscence @ MindSay 
Lucky Day? Lucky Charm
Dreams, how distant they seem,
through history it has been teamed and
linked with philosophy and themes
of life or death, dirty or clean.
In one dear dream,
I checked my forgotten phone,
just to find a few messages flown
and carved with black stone.
I realised immediately I was in a dream.
The messages found in the residence,
read it too late. It was reminiscence,
the messages was from One who is like Providence.
through history it has been teamed and
linked with philosophy and themes
of life or death, dirty or clean.
In one dear dream,
I checked my forgotten phone,
just to find a few messages flown
and carved with black stone.
I realised immediately I was in a dream.
The messages found in the residence,
read it too late. It was reminiscence,
the messages was from One who is like Providence.
A Tale of Too Much Love
[So I'm procrastinating majorly. I have 424 words of a 3000 word essay that is due in on Thursday morning. Bloody 'ell.]
Take a good look at the picture above. Ignore me looking rather shanty in the background. Look at the teddies. Those are identical teddies.
I'm being serious. They are exactly the same.
The only difference is, one of them has received a lifetime of too much love, and the other one has been neglected completely.
Any idea which one is which?!
He's called Snoopy. Lets call the one on the left Snoopy 1, and the one on the right, the clean and fluffy one, Snoopy 2.
Snoopy 1. He'll be close to thirty years old. He was my aunties, who gave him to my brother when he was a kid. On my first birthday, I lost this bunny rabbit with a plastic face who I was most attached to. (this is one of my mum's favourite stories to tell me, by the way). I was heartbroken without it. She even stuck up posters around the area for it in case anyone had seen it. No luck. The rabbit was lost forever. My little teddiless heart was unconsolable. Friends and family brought to me a variety of other stuffed creatures, none of which could be any replacement to my dearest bunny friend.
That is, until sometime a little later, when I was stumbling around my brother's bedroom and came upon Snoopy. Snoopy lifted my spirits right away. From then on, me and Snoopy would never be separated.
He came everywhere with me. There are pictures of me paddling in the sea on holidays at Cleethorpes with him in my hand. I couldn't leave home without him. Anywhere I went, Snoopy would be there too. I don't think he stayed yellow and fluffy long. He had to have regular washing machine visits, when he'd been vomited on, or something else ghastly, or had just started to get a little grubby. He'd always come out looking yellow and fresh, although I'm sure he'd lose more and more of his fur after every wash.
When I was about seven, he lost one of his ears. I was searching the house for him, and found him on the sofa, underneath my dad's derriere. He didn't move so I could get him, and so I pulled Snoopy out. His ear became detached. I was devastated. For a couple of years until we moved out of the house, I remember his ear laying around in what was known as the kitchen "junk drawer". My mum had promised to reattach his ear, but never got round to it.
It was only a few years later that my parents and grandparents had decided Snoopy was as worn out as he could possibly get, and something must be done about it. My Nannan and Grandad had made it their mission to find a replacement Snoopy, one who was not falling to pieces. They used to go to a lot of car boot sales, and for several years, every one they went to, they would scan high and low for a Snoopy.
I suppose eventually they gave up the hope of ever finding a replacement, and instead would just have to patch up the existing Snoopy as good as possible. He has had to have his face sewn up quite a few times in the years. My Nan knitted him a blue suit - just to keep his body in one piece. The jumper of which he still wears proudly - the trousers kept falling off, so I gave up on those many years ago,
It must have been seven or eight years ago now that my grandparents turned up with a big surprise - after years of searching, they had actually found another Snoopy.. in original condition! This would be Snoopy 2. I didn't believe it at first. I mean, look at them- there's no similarity at all! Having only been a year old when he was in the best of health, I had no idea what he originally looked like. It came as quite a shock!
Of course, he could never replace my Snoopy, but serves as a cool reminder of what he once looked like. Snoopy 1 still takes pride of place in my bedroom, but of course he doesn't come everywhere with me! He stays at home while I'm away at uni, so I'm reunited with him at the holidays. He's far beyond repair, I think, although I want to take on the task someday. He is filthy, because there is no way he'd survive a washing machine trip! The last one was several years ago now, and he had to be put inside a sock to stay together. His one ear is hanging on by a thread. His head is hanging on by a thread. He practically has no stuffing left in his arms and legs, and his fur has been long gone. Where his jumper used to say "I love you this much", (the writing faded away a decade and half ago) it's now threadbare and worn away to the stuffing inside.
It's what happens when you love something too much!
Take a good look at the picture above. Ignore me looking rather shanty in the background. Look at the teddies. Those are identical teddies.
I'm being serious. They are exactly the same.
The only difference is, one of them has received a lifetime of too much love, and the other one has been neglected completely.
Any idea which one is which?!
He's called Snoopy. Lets call the one on the left Snoopy 1, and the one on the right, the clean and fluffy one, Snoopy 2.
Snoopy 1. He'll be close to thirty years old. He was my aunties, who gave him to my brother when he was a kid. On my first birthday, I lost this bunny rabbit with a plastic face who I was most attached to. (this is one of my mum's favourite stories to tell me, by the way). I was heartbroken without it. She even stuck up posters around the area for it in case anyone had seen it. No luck. The rabbit was lost forever. My little teddiless heart was unconsolable. Friends and family brought to me a variety of other stuffed creatures, none of which could be any replacement to my dearest bunny friend.
That is, until sometime a little later, when I was stumbling around my brother's bedroom and came upon Snoopy. Snoopy lifted my spirits right away. From then on, me and Snoopy would never be separated.
He came everywhere with me. There are pictures of me paddling in the sea on holidays at Cleethorpes with him in my hand. I couldn't leave home without him. Anywhere I went, Snoopy would be there too. I don't think he stayed yellow and fluffy long. He had to have regular washing machine visits, when he'd been vomited on, or something else ghastly, or had just started to get a little grubby. He'd always come out looking yellow and fresh, although I'm sure he'd lose more and more of his fur after every wash.
When I was about seven, he lost one of his ears. I was searching the house for him, and found him on the sofa, underneath my dad's derriere. He didn't move so I could get him, and so I pulled Snoopy out. His ear became detached. I was devastated. For a couple of years until we moved out of the house, I remember his ear laying around in what was known as the kitchen "junk drawer". My mum had promised to reattach his ear, but never got round to it.
It was only a few years later that my parents and grandparents had decided Snoopy was as worn out as he could possibly get, and something must be done about it. My Nannan and Grandad had made it their mission to find a replacement Snoopy, one who was not falling to pieces. They used to go to a lot of car boot sales, and for several years, every one they went to, they would scan high and low for a Snoopy.
I suppose eventually they gave up the hope of ever finding a replacement, and instead would just have to patch up the existing Snoopy as good as possible. He has had to have his face sewn up quite a few times in the years. My Nan knitted him a blue suit - just to keep his body in one piece. The jumper of which he still wears proudly - the trousers kept falling off, so I gave up on those many years ago,
It must have been seven or eight years ago now that my grandparents turned up with a big surprise - after years of searching, they had actually found another Snoopy.. in original condition! This would be Snoopy 2. I didn't believe it at first. I mean, look at them- there's no similarity at all! Having only been a year old when he was in the best of health, I had no idea what he originally looked like. It came as quite a shock!
Of course, he could never replace my Snoopy, but serves as a cool reminder of what he once looked like. Snoopy 1 still takes pride of place in my bedroom, but of course he doesn't come everywhere with me! He stays at home while I'm away at uni, so I'm reunited with him at the holidays. He's far beyond repair, I think, although I want to take on the task someday. He is filthy, because there is no way he'd survive a washing machine trip! The last one was several years ago now, and he had to be put inside a sock to stay together. His one ear is hanging on by a thread. His head is hanging on by a thread. He practically has no stuffing left in his arms and legs, and his fur has been long gone. Where his jumper used to say "I love you this much", (the writing faded away a decade and half ago) it's now threadbare and worn away to the stuffing inside.
It's what happens when you love something too much!
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