My most treasured possession when I was a younger (and something I'd still try to save if my house was on fire) is a small stuffed rabbit called Rabs. He can be spotted in almost half of the pictures of me as a child - it's kind of like playing where's wally while looking through the photo album.
I got him when I was a baby and we were inseparable for years. Unfortunately now we are living in different towns but it's nice to know that when I pop home to visit my parents he will be sitting patiently beside my bed.
I remember once I was on an outing to a national trust place, or somewhere similar, and I accidentally dropped him in a fish pond and the fish started nibbling on him! most traumatic. My dad had to fish him out and I remember being very upset.
At least he's ok now (if a little old and weathered).
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