Writer's Workshop: Dear Pooh-Bear

Hello my old friend! I have certainly missed you. All of my stuffed imitations of you remain in boxes at my parents' house.

Remember the days when we would cuddle all night? Yes, I know, not that long ago... Four years ago you say? Yeah, that sounds about right. You were also so good at keeping me company. And, remember so many years ago when we would sit on the floor with all your friends and play for hours?

You were always such a good friend, to everyone... even Tigger who would get on everyone's nerves and that uptight prude Rabbit. I think my favorite friendships of yours were with Piglet and Christopher Robin. You always looked out for little Piglet, the way best friends do. And it was so obvious that you were Christopher Robin's favorite, you silly old bear!

Anyway, I guess I'm writing you because a part of me is locked away back in those childhood days when we were always together. The days I dreamed of playing in the Hundred Acre Woods and having tea and honey with you under the Mr. Sanderz sign. (By the way, you should really have that updated. I have some friends who could make you a new sign with your name on it. Then we could paint it together! I love to paint.)

I wish I could go to Disney right now and give you a big hug! You're so cute and lovable, especially when you get rumblies in your tumblies.

Aw... I think my affection for you comes from my father. For as long as I can remember, I was his "Pooh Bear," a nickname I stole from my mom. Before I came along, you were her favorite, and that's what he called her. You're my tie to so many good family memories. Trips to Disney World and Disney Land, watching your videos at my grandmother's house with my cousins, reading your stories with my mom. You represent my innocence, a piece of me I'll carry always.

Your friend (and biggest fan!),
Jen

{All images via Google images}

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