A Collection Apart

When I was a little kid, I had a collection of collections.

At various times (and sometimes all at once) I had collections of keychains, stickers, erasers, stuffed animals, stamps, coins, and plastic bags.

That’s right, you heard me. Plastic bags.

I’ve been thinking about my collections this week as I’ve been going through a box of stuffed animals that had been languishing in my parents’ attic.

In addition to the usual assortment of plush bears, dogs, and cats, I have a goose, a mountain goat, a gorilla, a seal, a tiger, and a donkey (okay, it’s Eeyore) (okay, maybe 5 Eeyores). If we’re counting Beanie Babies and vegetables, I have a raccoon, a tomato, and a cucumber. I even have a saber-toothed tiger (Gnash, from the early years of the Preds). I don’t know where my plush tamarin monkey is, or the stuffed koala.

I think it may be time to part with a few of my inanimate furry friends. I’m having a garage sale in a few weeks, so a few of them may find new homes. Gnash gets to stay. Most of the Eeyores can stay. The very oldest and dearest stuffed animals definitely have a home with me. But the rest can go to another little kid who needs some extra friends.

Now if only I can find that sticker book. I wonder if the scratch-and-sniff stickers still work?