Anonymous wrote:I'm 51 and I have the Eeyore my godmother made for me still. He's so patched and raggedy but he's the one constant I had throughout my childhood of moving a lot (military). I had a lot of stuffed animals when I was little, and of course had to kiss each of them goodnight, but he got extra kisses under the covers where none of the other stuffed animals could see.
I took him to college with me and nearly lost him when I went on a weekend trip and accidentally left him in the hotel bed, but recovered him thanks to the kindness of strangers. I don't still sleep with him, I haven't in decades, but he's on a bookshelf in my bedroom.
Strangely enough, none of my three kids ever sucked their thumbs like I did or ever developed an attachment to a lovey/blankie. But knowing how important Eeyore has been to me, I wouldn't mind of they had developed an attachment that lasted into their adult years.
Love this.